Yesterday, I wrote 1,003 words on "A Chance of Frogs on Wednesday." And I packed. And I sent out change of address notices to various friends and colleagues.
As for the packing, one the one hand, we seem to be getting down to odds and ends – except for all the framed pictures that have yet to be packed. On the other hand, there's an inevitable panic that we won't have time to get the last of it done, though we, in fact, have plenty of time.
We went out late yesterday, after dinner (leftover chili with mac and cheese) to run moving related errands, including getting a new cat carrier for Selwyn (it's pink), and we needed to go to the market. Back home, there was more packing, and then we watched Bob Fosse's Cabaret (1972), a favorite of mine we hadn't seen in a long time. And then I accidentally shut Lydia in my office all night.
Today's photographs plainly show how Providence is a place where terrible creatures lurk in plain sight.