Friday afternoon, and the only sign of Ivan is a pleasant breeze. It appears that my fears were unfounded, but I'm assuming that we'll at least get some nasty rain, most likely while I'm moving my shit tomorrow. Man, I'm gonna miss this house, and I'm definitely gonna miss the Heights. One day, should I ever have the money, I think I'd like to settle down here, though that's contigent on not finding a more appealing locale in the meantime.

For now, it's a last few Lone Stars, some more Thin Lizzy, and conversation online with friends and loved ones. I'll pack the last of my shit later.