Beat

It's been a long day, and I'm beat. I couldn't even sit up at my desk anymore, so this is coming from the phone.

R is all moved, out and in. We cleaned out the apartment and she turned in her keys. Somehow, I drove to and from her new place twice today, about the same as a one-way trip from here to D.C., or, four hours in the car, just broken up into four one-hour trips.

The plot thickens on this trip with my cousins. Everybody is telling me what they want to do, and thanking me for planning it, but what I might want to do isn't a consideration. (At this point, what I most want to do is stay home. )

Details tomorrow, perhaps.