Time to go

So I started packing at midnight last night. 90 minutes later I have a car full of random stuff I never intended to bring. I walked around the house/basement/garage/local dump and searched for things that, at least the last time I looked at them n years ago, were working. No one will be judging my display for continuity of theme, and certainly not for effort, so no worries. Just another day with a carload of dusty old electronics. This is my life.