All out
As of about an hour ago, there's nothing left in my apartment that belongs to me, except for a little bit of food in the refrigerator and freezer (because my new refrigerator won't be arriving for another week or so). Yay!
Tomorrow (Friday) morning at 8:00, I'll go over there and let a cleaning person in, to do a thorough move-out cleaning. I'll also pick up the excess (flattened) cardboard boxes from my parking space—Kam's parents moved not long ago, and they gave me about eighty boxes, of which I used about fifty. Anyone who lives around here want a whole bunch of flattened cardboard boxes, suitable for moving?
(I forget if I've noted that a substantial percentage of my friends out here have moved in the past six months. Well, okay, maybe not literally a substantial percentage. But at least nine couples and one person-who-doesn't-live-with-SO I can think of off the top of my head. Ah, autumn, when a young Californian's fancy turns to thoughts of shorter commutes and/or owning a house.)
(And that, of course, sent me off on a wild Google chase to track down the origin of the original phrase, which I used to see quoted all the time but not so much any more. I got slightly sidetracked by a valentines-to-*NSYNC page, but eventually perseverance furthered and I found the quote in Bartleby (where I would've looked first if I hadn't been trying to find my bookmark for Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable):
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove;
In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
—Tennyson, "Locksley Hall," 1842
So it was another case of Google leading me astray, or maybe vice versa, over an inexact quotation; I was searching for "young man's fancy turns" ('cause I wasn't sure whether it was "love" or "thoughts of love"), but I left out "lightly.")
(And then I wanted to know what was up with that "livelier iris" business, so I looked at the full poem, and found this rather suggestive line preceding it: "In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest. . . .")
Okay, enough with the parentheses. A little submission-reading, and then to bed, and early (for me) to rise.