The weekend is coming, and I am not sure what is happening other than more packing.
It is soon to be Valentines Day, and of course that means the obligatory date night/dinner/chocolate/roses kind of thing.
I have to say, I don't tend to partake in it, nor do I really condone it.
Why must it be only one day? Why not other random days, when it is not expected? Surprise your loved one with random kindnesses throughout the year.
I digress, however, as I know this will again come up on Tuesday when it is actually the day of reckoning.
I am moving a bunch of old racks and incubators, tubs and supplies as much as I can so as not to move it again across the country.
It is shocking how much stuff you accumulate over the years. I honestly have no idea how I managed to keep all of this stuff and subsequently forget about it until its time to move.
It's a fascinating thing, that.
So of course, in the journey to clear out, I have found many more items that I am glad to have recovered.
Such as Marty Cohen.
You all remember Marty Cohen?
If not, please visit here:
Yes, I still have him, and yes, he still lives in the snake room.
Until next time, my friends!