Wow, I don’t think I ever want to move again. There is so much stuff to pack, it doesn’t seem like we’ll ever get done. Our landlords won’t let us use the huge, empty storage cage in the garage so we have to squeeze everything in our one bedroom apartment. This includes everything from my studio, and some office furniture for Tom’s office in Portland.
Apple number 61 was eaten during a well deserved break from work and packing. It was a fuji. I had a crazy hard problem at work to figure out and I finally figured out how to fix it. The apple was a celebration of no more Flash headaches. Fingers crossed.