Last week I made the first of two moves I’m making this summer. It took two afternoons, many more trips than I expected, and four other people. I’m trying not to think about how soon I have to do it all again. At least nearly everything will already be packed next time. The day after I finished moving, I only managed an hour of work. The rest of the day was spent lazing on a couch reading Zodiac and dozing and making cookies for the people brave enough to move all of my books and shoes.