Unpacking trunks

I finally completed (well, mostly; a sizeable amount of it is still strewn over the foot of my bed to be burrowed under in search of sleep) the Great Changeover, possibly at the latest ever date; I generally seem to be pushed into it by mid-November, but it just hasn't been all that cold this autumn, and I have been successfully existing in multiple layers of midweight clothing [edit: and hot water bottles!]

I only really did it tonight as a means of procrastination of my music practice -- which then duly didn't happen at all, since I spent the next three or four hours playing around with a video of Veniamin Smekhov talking about Vladimir Vysotsky...