Moving still goes well, but steadily I am being overcome by a feeling that time is running out. I don't like it. I can stop it as soon as I make a concerted effort. This sensation was amplified because today was Wednesday. Lately, my Wednesdays have seemed dreadfully short; I no longer even have time to sit down and while away the afternoon reading this week's haul of comic books. I'm through the looking glass; somebody tell the White Rabbit to shut up, he's making me nervous. There's plenty of time, especially since I'm only moving a few blocks.