The wife and kids have begun their move. They took the Greyhound (am I jealous? I don't know) to Whitehorse in the middle of night, getting them in at 4:30, then flying out to Vancouver in the evening. I'm on my own now for a few days. Man, I hate moving, but we just keep doing it. I feel abit lonely, but still there's much to do. About 20 partially filled boxes note the living room. Night.