Baudolino, and packing

I finished Baudolino, finally, after going on hiatus from that drama. Which is good. The last 150 pages were excellent (or at whatever point Baudolino and his strange gang reach the Deacon to Presbyter Johannes/Prestor John's kingdom). It was just too much to read all at once.

Packing blows. To put it succinctly.

When one doesn't have anything resembling an idea of how much trunk and back seat space they have to cram all their books, dvds, dishery, clothing, and so on, ONE IS POSITIVELY SCREWED. To put it less succinctly.