Garbage disposol died at the condo this morning. Something else that will need to be replaced before we put the place up for sale.

Dug out the paperwork. It had a five-year warranty — which expired last month.

Figures.

Came across a copy of the old Washington Evening Star while packing.

The Star ceased publishing shortly after we moved to Washington in 1981 leaving the Nation’s Capital a one newspaper town. True, the moonies started the Washington Times a few years later but it has never been a serious challenge to the Post even though conservatives like its right-wing bias.

Stopped by my favorite Arlington coffee shop (Common Grounds) for some good coffee and even better conversation.

Common Grounds draws an eclectic blend of regulars — cops, spooks from the nearby Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency operation, hippies who never really left the 60s and techies who take advantage of the shop’s free Wi-Fi service.

Plus the coffee is good, not the bitter swill that yuppie joints like Starbucks tries to pass off on a gullible public.

The plan was grand, even if the execution was not. We were supposed to be headed back to Floyd County today with all our stuff safely in storage and the condo in the hands of a Realtor.

So much for the grand plan. The delays continue as the glitches increase.

Just call it the move from hell.