One week until the defense. Two weeks until the departure. Pretty soon I can start counting the wake-ups. I will miss waking up in this town, I think.
And, also, I have too many flippin' books. Am seriously considering giving everything away... except Fitzgerald. And Dickens. And maybe that one about that whale.
And I really want to keep my JB books--he and I have grown close these last few months.
And I wouldn't want Hemingway to feel left out... God forbid he have another reason to bitch.
And Jane, well, I can't leave Jane--or all the books about motives because those seem fairly perceptive. And I don't want to leave Billy Collins. I would miss him.
Never mind. I'll just give away the couches.