Lately I have been wanting all my subjects to be like "Moving!". Not sure whether my life is suddenly exciting, or all the emails from former co-workers with their hyperactive!!! punctuation are rubbing off on me, or maybe it's some little known form of MS related brain damage. (!)

After someone at work asked me if I knew what date I was moving, I made a snap decision. I had sort of mentally put things at early February, but just asked the removalists what was the first day adjoining a weekend they had available. And that is when I booked, next Tuesday. People sitting near me looked a little freaked out by that method of planning, but calmed down after I made them admit - no-one ever packs until it's near the deadline. So setting that deadline makes me pack accordingly

Someone from work left today. I am not at all upset, and I'll leave the pins in the chick on the unicorn for a while yet. Like insurance. I've really gotta try something like training the replacement. I don't think they'd let me expense a shock collar though.