Snowman To His Bandit.

I've never driven such a large truck long distance before. But if I was going to do it, I was going to do it right.

The night before the big move, George and Josh came over to help me load up the rig. As you've read before, U-Haul screwed up my order, so when I finally got a truck it was almost 5:30 pm. By 2:00 am the truck was packed to the brim. That's not to say that we couldn't have gotten it all into a 17 footer, but it would have been tricky.

With 3 hours of solid sleep (due to a cold), we set off, me in my semi-semi, and Josh, very Reynoldsesque, in the Passat. In true trucker style I was looking for some way to stay awake. Seeing that without an 8-track, I was Motörheadless, all I can say is God bless the iTrip, because after 3 hours of the "Jesus Freak Bible Studies and Conversion Show Sans Commercial Interruptions", I was out for blood.

Not to get to into it all, the apartment is coming together nicely. Friends have already dropped by and pitched in with the unpack. And Mr. Thundercleese Catsworth, like Stella, has got is groove back.

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