~~~I just couldn't resist this great picture of one very spoiled [spoiled?? Nah!] Golden Retriever doggie who--I'm guessing--didn't want to lie on a dirty old theatre floor. Gosh, I guess not! --Not with a couple of soft-hearted guardians to lend their laps, right?

I have been diddling around too long and now it is really crunch-time. Oh Boy! The movers will be showing up *here* the morning of April 30th, about 8:30 a.m. That is way too early but I guess I have no choice. Going to be a very long, exhausting day, that's one thing I know for absolutely, positively sure.

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So. That's it. Pretty tough for me to think of anything even remotely interesting to blog about, for sure. Pooh.

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But. Who knows. I may get this humungous burst of fired-up energy this weekend (when no-one is around anywhere so I won't be able to construct a story about having to go here, there, or anywhere. Nope, no excuses. It's just me and piles of household *stuff* to cram into boxes, tape and label. I really believe moving one's *stuff* from one abode to another abode is the worst "task" in the hemisphere. Yes. It is.

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So I think I will pile a whole lot of junky snacks on my end-table next to my recliner and let the world just go by. Ain't gonna worry about it right now. I'll undoubtedly drop in here in a couple days just to lay my pain and stress on whatever innocent visitor makes the mistake of clicking their way to this page. Careful where you step, OK?