Wow, the day after that last post all hell broke loose for Dipps and me.

It started with him arriving back at 4am to the Hoboken flat from South America.

It started for me a mere 4 hours later as I headed off to pick up what turned out to be a 15 foot truck in New York City to haul all our stuff across (or under rather) the Hudson River.

It was moving day. And it was gnarly.

I remember getting into the truck in the Budget yard at 9am or whatever it was and taking a deep breath. You can do this...
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