I like big boats, and I cannot lie.

Title via BLDGBLOG; apparently that couplet was tattooed on the forearms of the late Andy Weatherall. But it has double resonance for me right now.

See you soon, UK. It’s been real.

Farewell, little house. We had some times, did we not?

Twenty-four hours until load-out. Still lots to do.

(That’s most of my library, there. And if you’re thinking “bloody hell, man, couldn’t you cull it a bit?” — well, yeah; that’s about half the size my library was a few weeks ago. Painful, but necessary.)