I think I failed to mention this to just about anyone, but I have moved. I suppose that if pressed I might tell you where, but I doubt it will come to that.
The plan was, in theory, to move out of my awesome dilapidated mansion into something more practical. The dilapidated mansion was really too big for one person and cost the GDP of a small nation to heat in the winter. So a new house was selected that was smaller (in square footage, though still too big for one person) and, most importantly...air conditioned. I was more than willing to make a deal with the devil and even out my incredibly high winter bills and very small summer bills for medium bills all year round and 70 degree temperatures throughout the year.
In practice I appear to have moved into one of those boxes that the Japanese put Alec Guinness into "Bridge over the River Kwai". The temperature outside right now is about 70 degrees, while inside the house it is...*checks thermostat*...85. The temperature has actually gone up a degree since I got home and things outside cooled off.
So now I am in a smaller home, which is hotter, and all of my books, while shelved, are not alphabetized and it's driving me mad. Hopefully things will improve tomorrow when the landlord comes over to fix the AC.
For those of you who have asked, I will have more pictures of Holden soon...