They show up, do your work, then break your heart.

Yesterday was the day of the haul. All week I’d been organizing to load up the Budget 12 footer with the contents of the Palm Springs apartment. Then drive everything to San Francisco.

With the help of friends old and new (some of whom hung around for extra credit), I thought I was prepared.

When I was ready to start loading and pay the pros, however, the guy Robert lined up was a no-show. It was New Years Eve, no one was available to replace him at the last-minute. I had to do it by myself. I worked until 2:00 a.m. then drove off.

This is the third time in three years my year-end has involved massive moves. How many more times do I have to schlep this shit?

Feliz ano nuevo.