We'll meet again ...

but I don't know where or when. We're about to put up the boards over about half the windows and deal with the rest in the morning. Ike seems like he's going to head right up 4th Street in **Adrift sometime early Saturday morning. We – people, pup, even two specimens of house vermin – are gonna head out for Austin to impose on the kindness of friends. Pick the favorite books, put in a few clothes, the complete works, maybe some CDs, guess we'll abandon the old vinyl records and maybe 2,500 excess books with the thought that they're insured anyhow. Less comfort there than you'd think if you've spent 45 years acquiring books ... to call it collecting would imply more system than exists. See y'all, maybe just later today.