Moving is always tiring, but this time... wow. It took a long, long time to settle in and to recover. So many boxes, so many trips. Scorching heat and monsoon rains. A failing computer. A severe bout of bronchitis - phew! Falling, exhausted, into a hitherto unimagined lassitude, I tomorrow-and-tomorrow-and-tomorrowed. I could neither put pen to paper nor fingers to keys. Instead, I rested, and reread the first book in Diane Duane's Young Wizards series. And then I reread the second book. And then I had to reread them all. Because, as Duane writes in So You Want to Be a Wizard, "Reading one book is like eating one potato chip."
(Eating just one chip is both impossible and improbable, and so is reading just one of her books).
So, now I am restored. And there are no more boxes in my apartment. And if that ain't wizardry, I'll eat my hat potato chip.