Symbolism, somewhere in here.

I'm moving furniture and cleaning up in preparation for Dutch's party next weekend, and it's at that awful stage where things have been moved, stuff has been picked up off the floor, and the mess is just bigger than ever. Our apartment is so small that any mess is a big mess. Cook just went off to buy groceries, and he looked kind of relieved to be leaving (even for the 2-hour odyssey of shopping without a car).

So... I guess I should be cleaning.