Yesterday was a crazy day. First thing in the morning I had a lovely bike ride into Oakland to pick up the rental truck. It was perfect weather; already warm, not too humid, and I was just gliding along the newly-paved 5th Avenue. A nice way to have my "last bike ride here":http://feralboy.com/log/archives/001172/ for awhile. While waiting to fill out the paperwork for the truck a guy from the coroner's office was dropping off his Jeep to have it inspected. I took a snap of "his personalized plate":http://moblog.co.uk/view.php?id=21243; talk about a morbid sense of humor.

The truck is nice (it better be... I'm going to be living in it for about 3 days straight), and new (only like 18k miles; Penske has a policy that none of their trucks can be more than 3 years old). The "car carrier":http://www.pensketruckrental.com/personal_rental/towing/carcarrier.html is a little scary tho; the sticker on it saying to not go above 45 mph has me a little worried. Oh well, I went about 60 on the way from the pickup place to my apartment, and it didn't flip. I definitely don't want to do the drive at 45; it'll take a full day more. I also don't want to die, tho... so we'll see how the balancing act plays out.

After work and before poker last night I tried to get as many packed boxes as I could into the truck, and I think I got all of them. It was hot, sweaty work. I would take a batch of boxes, shove them along the floor to the elevator, ride the elevator down, shove them along the floor to the front door, and repeat. When I had a nice big stack of boxes I propped "the front doors(the doors)":http://feralboy.com/photoalbum/photos/20010707_parents/P7070024.JPG open, and hustle all the boxes into the truck.

Tonight I need to try and pack/move everything possible into the truck, so when the cleaning people come tomorrow they don't have to move a lot of stuff around.