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In the Land of Misery

I have crossed the river into the Land of Misery, the homeland of Lush Rimbaugh. I will sit here in Purgatory till I escape at 1 a.m. It is cloudy, warm and dreary. After Winter-in-Montana I am used to grey.

Today was stressful. It cost 3 times what I was quoted to ship my stuff. Renting a U-Haul would've been cheaper, easier and more convenient. No room for all that stuff though in my tiny room.

However ... Lavinia told me today that my neighbor is moving out. I like him, but I'm sure I'd like his room too.

One can hope.

Anyhoo ... 5 years of notes/journals are headed to Montana and I'm stuck here waiting. I shall be patient. I get to see South Dakota for the first time tomorrow, passing through Iowa and Nebraska to get there.

Yesterday I went up the bell tower at K.U. and talked to the carilloneuse, Elizabeth Berghout. It was a good visit.

Over the last 5 days I ran into over 50 people I know. It was amazing and wonderful.

Misery: warm, grey ... miserable.

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