I should make a T-shirt out of this…

“People who have suffered an emotional trauma or a brain injury often find housecleaning an insurmountable task.” (Courtesy the New York Times.)

So it’s official: We’re moving to Richmond. Roanoke’s economy is just not very good, and, as our neighbor pointed out, finding a decent job that pays more than $8.00 an hour isn’t easy.

In Richmond, though, we have the lowest unemployment rate in the state (3.2 percent, I think), plus the whole state-government thing. And a good job. :)

This time we’re gonna save a lot on the move by A) tossing a lot of stuff, and B) packing a POD ourselves so we can save the big and burly men for the big and burly stuff.

There is something incredibly satisfying about tossing stuff. These are things we’ve had in boxes in the attic but haven’t used in three years, so it’s time for them to meet the trash heap (or the Freecycle list).

So for the next six weeks it’s Land o’ Boxes for us. More on stuff — if you care — as it happens.

The good folks at Appalachian Power (”Our name says it all”) have told us we’re losing power from 9:00 to 3:00 today. Doing the math, that means I won’t have power between 8:45 and 6:00 or 7:00 tonight.

[sigh]

(I’m saying this for the benefit of those who might try to e-mail and not get a response.)

Meanwhile I sit and wait for the p