It's Thursday. I know this might come as a surprise to you, but it is. I'm sitting with black coffee doing what feels like overtime, as I wait for Friday and Saturday, when I will be moving my life in boxes of varying sizes to another abode. It's not far to move (a mile or two) but it feels like a thousand different degrees of effort away. And so, I will put my news into this letter, unstick a stray piece of parcel tape from my arm, and wonder what you are all doing at this moment in time.