Well, I did it. I drove a truck with all my worldy goods (plus Conrad) and towed my car almost 600 miles across country. Nobody died and nothing crucial broke, so I count it a success! (The not-crucial things were two glass candlesticks and a couple of fingernails, plus assorted bumps, bruises and scratches. But those are all just part of the game.) I loaded up the truck on Thursday afternoon, with the help of two dear friends who made fun of my spinning wheel and complained about my brick-and-board bookshelves and informed me (after the 6th large box of books) that "they have e-readers for this, you know!" and were generally incredible. Thanks, guys :) And on Friday, we drove. It was a long drive. I don't ever want to do that again -- but at least I know I *can*, if necessary! Conrad was extremely good, though miserable. He did his best wounded-and-disgruntled Toothless the dragon impression, and turned his back on me w...