capitulation

I hired movers.

They’ll pick up my stuff here in Lesser Outer Heck, and then go on to San Francisco to get the rest of it.

I’ll just worry about getting myself, my car, my art, and a few boxes of fragile things up to Portland. I’ll drive by myself.

I was going to do the U-haul thing with a friend.

Life happened.

My godfather died*; the funeral will be this Monday. Movers avoids a lot of meshugas that no one needs right now.

My suit is in storage. I’m going to have to make do.

*We weren’t close, but still.