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[stormdog]

When U-haul did not call me today to confirm my trailer reservation as I had expected, I called their Kenosha office. After a long hunt to find any mention of me in their records I was told that the reservation had been cancelled. Well, that was something of a surprise, since, as far as I am aware, I didn't cancel it unless some strange trailer-phobic dream caused me to do it in my sleep and forget the incident. Since I'm not someone who is prone to somnambulistic telecommunication, I inquired further. Finally, it turned out that several things had happened. The trailer that was supposed to be ready for me wasn't going to be. Someone at the central office rearranged the reservation so that I'll pick the thing up in Milwaukee somewhere. Then, they either didn't bother to inform me or (a possibility I attribute equal likelihood to) were unable to reach me since Cingular's system is still having major outages now and again. I still haven't actually talked to anyone at the place where I'm supposedly picking up the trailer since the store was closed by the time this was all made clear to me so I'm just going to have to call the Milwaukee place in the morning and hope the assurances I recieved of being able to get the equipment there hold true.

My other accomplishments of the day include getting an old P.O.S. Pentium 120 configured to act as my mail server here while I move my real server hardware to Michigan and get it set up. Assuming it doesn't crash, freeze up, or start spewing magic smoke before then. It took some finagling to get it working and it doesn't seem to be the stablest of machines.

Yes, tomorrow I'll be picking up the trailer, loading the bulk of my worldly posessions onboard, and spending my last night in the house. Then comes my first night in the apartment. Our apartment. My mate's and mine. To express my feelings in a positively Douglas Adamsian understatement, I'm a bit excited about that. *grin*