There were of course a few last minute emergencies, such as the joint bank account we intended on using being automatically closed by a computer because it had a zero balance for a day. Or my forgetting the shoes I was bringing haven’t been worn since Burning Man so are still in the tub, now in our storage unit, with all of the their playa-covered brethren. But now, with just over 12 hours to go, all that’s left are the few little things: printing out housesitting information for The Fruitbat, filling devices with bits, and having dinner.

Closing my office door yesterday was the hardest thing so far.

— The Professor