It is rarely a delight when something that has been an abstract concept suddenly looms imminent. Terrorism, for example, or turning thirty (or so I have heard).

Yesterday, it occurred to me and Rob that we are moving in a few weeks and have not lifted so much as a pinky toe in preparation. We spent the afternoon darting to every furniture store on the Upper West Side (and eating pastries). We spent the evening pondering elaborate systems for disposing of Goblin’s poop in our new neighborhood (and eating ice-cream bars).

Really, when the time comes, the movers are going to have to carry us down the stairs.