I spent most of this past week either painting the Dire Wolf kitchen or packing and moving my own stuff. My clothes and books went to Syn Wednesday with Suzie's help, my random stuff yesterday afternoon with Betsy's, and my computer, backpack, and piano books last night in my last trip. It's all piled in boxes in the third floor corner room that Molly and I are sharing 'til housing meeting on Monday.

This morning, I went back to Dire Wolf to return Jessie's car that she so kindly lent to me and wound up helping her return the living room to a liveable state. It only took twenty minutes of bustling, dusting, and sneezing, but at the end of it we were exhausted enough to plop down on the couches we'd just rearranged for a breather. My body was slumped into a corner and my mind was aimlessly drifting when I got jolted out of that really quickly by an unexpected sharp pain by my right elbow.

I knew from my neck sting a couple of weeks previous that I don't react very strongly, so some quick tweezers-and-cortisone treatment was all I did. And with that funny farewell, I hopped on my bike to pedal back toward campus.

Bye, Dire Wolf. From tea parties with delicate sandwiches, farmers' market excursions, the piano in the corner, and dinners out to late-night ravings, horizon broadening, and the art of smiling and nodding... you've been good to me.