temporary lab equipment

druid labs must now switch all its culinary adventures to a paper medium. Which is to say, I just packed up all our "every day" dishes. I'm about to start on the glassware, and since I had to come upstairs to fetch the 8th 22-oz. glass, I thought I'd take a break.

I have about 33 chicken thighs thawing on the countertop. I do not know what happened to that 17th chicken, but I can't worry about that now. I'm going to brown them all in the Dutch oven, pull off the crispy skins (eating my fair share), and then cook them gently, and serve them (on paper plates) with the various opened jars of sauces that we have in the fridge. We have to eat over the next few days, of course, and as attractive as pizza and subs sound, I don't think my constitution would survive that much wheat.

We're in the home stretch with the packing. And the last of the "giftware" leaves today - the chippper, snow blower, and a chest of drawers that I refinished, all going to Jill and Brian. (Jill's timer hasn't gone off, by the way.) The basement is under control, and that just leaves the garage as far as utter chaos goes.

The last two times we moved, we didn't have much choice about it. This is all our own doing, so I have no one to blame for my discomfort and panic. I am wondering, about thirty times an hour, just why the hell we're doing this. This is a perfectly serviceable house.

I guess I'll remember when we finally get out there. Right?