Which is a relief, since the last time I moved something was wrong with the phone lines and it took a month to get Internet access.

Well, all my stuff is in Brooklyn. It's all over the apartment, in boxes and bags and such, but it's here. Thank God for Suzanne and Ero, who helped lug it all down one flight of stairs and up three on the hottest day of the summer so far. I'm really beat, and in need of a shower, so I'm going to go. Maybe I'll be back when I hear about the job.