Given the number of servers I've moved in my life, seems strange that the prospect still fills me with such low dread, crazy.

Peretz is barking excitedly in the basement, now he's run upstairs.

Hands slightly numb from the morning chill, coffee slowly penetrating the higher centers, maybe need to take T to the train later, need to get apples & honey, need to get a life.

Peretz has returned, giving me suspicious glances.