+ Maybe getting ready to move (the apprehension, the excitement, the blind step, the relief) has made me go soft. In the last few days, I've turned into a mawkish wet sack. Twice I've gotten teary eyed on the treadmill. First on a live version of "You Can't Resist It" by Lyle Lovett, a song that always gets me goosebumped; but on Monday night
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