It's a bit odd knowing that this will be my last night at FOB Borepatch. The truck is here, packing will go quickly (I have a roll of furniture-wrap), and the dolly is ready to roll. By afternoon, we should be out, Lord willing and the creek don't rise.
Seeing the place get stripped down makes me realize just how hard I tried to make it homey. Kind of pitiful, really. I won't miss the place. Texas, yes. Austin, heck yeah. Being away from home for 5 weeks at a time? Not so much.