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Our bedroom set arrived in crates. It was built-to-order in a workshop on Chicago’s Southside. I’ve posted earlier about our visit to 57st. Design in Feathering the Nest. The crates were shipped to the Twin Cities by truck, then transferred to a pickup.

Walked in mist between parked rail cars.

Walked down two floors to our storage cage (where we keep seasonal stuff).

Walked to an old-fashioned hardware store where I spent 60 cents + tax.

Posted Steamy Minneapolis.

Woke up to “off-the-chart” cold weather. Schools, universities, and many businesses were closed. The furthest I got was the trash room, a few feet from our door. There’s two chutes: one for material destined for the city’s trash burner, and the other for recycling.

Looked out the window at this scene. “Steam” rises off St. Anthony Falls in the bitter cold, and power poles recede into the distance from a hydroelectric plant. With the air temperature descending to -27°F (-34°C), I will not be going outside until Thursday.

Walked to this view along a road I had never walked along before. I had previously, incorrectly, thought the road, connecting two University of Minnesota district heating plants, was private.

Moved the final load from our former apartment: mainly cleaning materials. The apartment is squeaky clean for the next occupants.

Installed smart lighting controls I’d bought on Cyber Monday.

Prepared for warm weather: assembled chairs for our balcony. They’re based on a design by Minneapolis architect, Ralph Rapson, and manufactured in Duluth, Minnesota. They’re made from recycled plastic milk jugs, and weigh about 40 pounds apiece. They will

Realized we still have a few ties. I have not worn one any time in the entire 21st century.

Hovered at the Japanese candy display at United Noodles, an Asian supermarket: one less reason to visit Japan. The KitKats are matcha-flavored, and are rather fine.

Posted The Liberation of Writing for Myself.

Today, I have one less reason to visit Japan: installed washlets. They’re ubiquitous in Japan.

Our shortest move, ever. Movers moved our stuff one block.