Much as it pains me to say it, I do agree with Andy on this: I hate moving. We moved desks at work, and while I'm still by the window, my desk is smaller and I can no longer see the lake. Alas. Plus there was all the schlepping of crap from one desk to another, and the provisional organizing of crap, and the tossing of crap I discovered I know longer needed, etc. etc.etc.

The one good part of moving and tossing crap was that we had a marketing tchotchke fire sale: I got a messenger bag and a ratchet set that had been sent to us as samples of the nifty branded stuff we could be using to bribe our potential clients at trade shows and such. So that was something. Plus, I made sure the interns -- who had been lured into taking the job at least in part by the promise of endless free drinks, a perk that disappeared before they started, alas -- got some of the booty.

Otherwise, grumpy day. I did finish Casual Rex : A Novel by Eric Garcia, which is a hard-boiled mystery novel based month premise that dinosaurs didn't actually go extinct, but adapted with mammals and now are living among us in realistic human costumes. Yes, I read some weird books. This and Anonymous Rex, the first in the series, are fun reads, if nothing else because they keep making these throwaway mentions of who's a dinosaur -- Elton John, William Shakespeare and James Earl Jones are, apparently, but most pro wrestlers are not. Go figure.