22 November 2003
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.