The appointed hour approacheth

At 11 am Wednesday, I hand over fistfuls of cash, and they present me with the deed to the New Digs and a thirty-year note.

This is, therefore, the last weekend out here on Shabby Road. (Although I'll be on the premises a week from today, doing a perfunctory cleanup.)

So far, everything has gone comparatively smoothly, considering that one of the participants is moi.

During this period, you can probably expect something of a reduction in the volume of prose generated here.

Posted at 7:28 AM to Surlywood