So, yeah, we’re moving this weekend, and there’s some awful carpet in our new house that needs ripped out.  Let’s just say that it doesn’t smell very good…  I’m hoping that I don’t contract some kind of strange flesh eating disease in the process.  My wife picked me up a handy-dandy, Home Depot face mask, so I’m feeling mildly optimistic.  But then again, there are like three trillion tack strips that need pried up, so I’ll probably suffer multiple wounds to the hand, thereby providing the nasties direct access to my blood stream. 

So anyway, I’m going to be busy for a few days. 

In the meantime, don’t forget to pick up a copy of Walking with the Mailman, if you haven’t already. 

Wish me luck.  I’m going in!