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Remind me to tell you about the fat guy at the urinal next to me. Too busy right now, gotta make a 3:30 FedEx deadline.

It's hot in Seattle these days. Every morning I ride the bike to work and am nice and sweaty by the time I arrive. Good thing t-shirt and shorts are an acceptable uniform. Work is busy as hell, July 1 being a major grant deadline. Should be able to breathe a bit come Thursday. Of course, the fact that I'm spending about 60% of each workday planning, thinking, or just fretting about the big move doesn't help. Thanks to the classified ad I placed I'm getting calls and emails from seemingly every homeowner in a 10 mile radius of our destination. Talked to a woman yesterday with a house out in the middle of nowhere. In her thick New England accent she asked suspiciously, "Are you city slick-aaaahs?" I assured her we were. "What kind of caaaaaaaah d'ya drive?" I told her we had a little two-wheel drive thing and asked if it would be okay out in the snowy back roads. "Do your wife a fav-aaaaaah. Buy her a Sub-aaaaah-ru."