Just a quick break from packing to tell you that I found my road companions. Rather than buy an audiobook (and obsess over which one to buy), I went to the local library to see which audiobooks they had. Not a great selection, but I’m really happy to say that I’ll be traveling with Christopher Hitchens, whose memoir “Hitch-22” is now on my iPhone. When that’s done, I have David McCullough’s “1776,” so I can learn about all the great places in Philadelphia I ought to have visited while living here. There are eight “This American Life” episodes I’ve been saving up, and of course it’s always rewarding to listen again to old episodes of the Mars Hill Audio Journal.

So, there you are.

I wish I could adequately express how stressful things are here tonight, trying to make sure everything is boxed up and ready for the moving crew, which arrives in the morning. I went to pick up the truck today. They didn’t have the 22-footer we’d ordered, so they upgraded me to a 26-footer at no additional cost. You have anything you want moved from Philly down south? Because we have the room now. I’m not looking forward to driving that big sucker for 1,300 miles. I’m definitely getting my Jerry Reed on; Roscoe will be riding shotgun, just like Flash in “Smokey and the Bandit,” which, as you know, is the Odyssey of my people.

Sorry I can’t join in combox conversations. I’m basically just going to be posting your comments for the next few days, unless I can get wifi from the hotel room(s). I’ll have wifi here till tomorrow afternoon. Maybe I’ll have time for a comment or two. Hope so.

Southbound and down, in about 36 hours!