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I worked the weight machines a bit too hard at the gym and now my hands are shaky. But all is well. There was a lot of unpacking and packing and unpacking again. All my books have been relocated to the house (not a small feat).

I spent the early afternoon reliving childhood memories I don't think are mine: I perused the bicycle shop, wandered through the downtown candy store, played Galaga outside the ice cream shop, and stopped by my friendly neighborhood comic store to pick up Watchmen.

All in all, it was a good day. I even heard some good news about my friend today. He might be moving out of the ICU soon.

The photo is of a piece of the big newspaper pile I slowly went through while protecting my stuff for cross-town transit.