I spent nearly the entire weekend, and this morning, too, helping my brother move his possessions out of his apartment in Ann Arbor. Pretty much everything that could go wrong did, including having two - count 'em two - vehicles break down on us and being thwarted in several attempts to access the mini-storage compartment our parents had rented. As if moving wasn't already hard enough. Two observations: a) great day in the morning, there's nothing else I loathe quite like moving. b) When the Mountain quits Ann Arbor in just a few days it will mark the first time the city has been without either myself or one of my siblings in residence since the fall of 1994.

Moving. Feh.