When I have fears that I may cease to be

   Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,

  Before high piled books, in charactry,

 Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,

 Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And think that I may never live to trace

 Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

From: When I have Fears that I may Cease to Be - John Keats

One edit down. Another continues. Deadline looms.

I finished Three Hearts and Three Lions by Poul Anderson. My synopsis and brief thoughts are here.

I meant to insert a history bite here, but I don't have the time to do it right. I'll have to bring you more of De Soto's adventure next time.

Also, it's time for a giveaway - in the next newsletter.

It's been a busy week with a trip to the old chateau to haul the final load of things that may have value and lock them in storage, so I can pay to keep my stuff where I can't use it. Insane, isn't it? However, I don't plan and paying storage fees long enough that I could buy all new stuff with the fees. I'm hoping it won't be long. Although, if I add the truck rental and gas to the storage fees, I could've bought a nice sofa. On the bright side, we did haul several pickup loads of stuff to the dump so we wouldn't have to haul it across the state. Nevertheless, I can't help but think that I've probably retained the equivalent of one load of stuff that I would've been wiser to discard.

Have you had an interesting experience in moving? Let me know.

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