And then...

Unpacking, repacking.
Changing all subscriptions to "electronic".
Change of address form.
Haircut, manicure.
Selling furnitures.
Ruefully hating all physical objects.

Final Steps

Packing.
Spending remaining "flex dollars" on incredible, chic new glasses.
Sneaking back into the Google offices (not sneaking, just badgelessly entering) to pick up my holiday bonus G1!

Cowardice

The extent of my cowardice, or discretion, disturbs and wracks my soul.

Wittgenstein

Potentially only because I like so much to say his name...

The whole sense of the book might be summed up in the following words: what can be said at all can be said clearly, and what we cannot talk about we must pass over in silence. 

Ludwig Wittgenstein

I have a bad habit of being surprised or moved by some experience, and then needing it to share it with all at hand, despite the fact that generally, it's something I "cannot talk about".

Routines

This morning's routine:

I wake up due to the hissing and puffing of my radiator, which generally starts up around 7am and actually rouses me by 7:30am.  My body feels completely desiccated.  This morning in particular, I felt my soul recoiling in terror that I might have a hangover from the 4 beers and 3 tequila shots I had with Luis last night.

The dream that I woke up from was a strange amalgamation of the Sex and the City movie and my work life.  A very plausible one, as it happens.  I dreamt that they were casting Googler extras for a scene taking place in the DVF store (not right across from our office, but close enough) and that I, I would be chosen.  But makeup would have to be applied to make me look "harder".  I gleefully acquiesced and started to dream-move towards the makeup chair, and then I woke up.