Dorcas and my study are moving to North Carolina. This means, naturally enough, that I will be living in North Carolina. I went to school in North Carolina (Chapel Hill). It was . . . um. . . not a happy time.

I am rather hoping that this will be a happy move. My husband (who always makes sure that no matter where we live I have a room with a door in which to work) will be working at WDAV, which is a great station and reminds me of what WQXR once was. Moving is hell, of course. Yet it offers the chance to go through your things and decide that yes, I do need all these different copies of Mary Poppins, The Secret Garden and 23 different accounts of what went wrong in Iraq. But that, no, I no longer need every single T-shirt I've ever owned. Or that white skirt that I never wear.

All this is by way of saying that if you sent me an email recently or a request for a book, send it again at the end of August. By then I'll be frazzled in a different way. Not a moving way.