Moving right along...

It's all coming together, or at least it seems to be. I moved last weekend from my apartment back to my old house. It's amazing what three determined people can do in a day and a bit. I have bumps, bruises, over exerted muscles and a really cool looking line on my left shoulder from carrying a chifforobe. The house is significantly cleaner than when I took possession. There's still a fair amount of dog hair lurking about from the previous occupant, but this too shall pass or at least get sucked up by the vacuum cleaner.

My personal life continues to be "interesting", but that is what I wanted. (Always to the future he looks, never his mind on where he is, on what he is doing - Yoda) But it's not really the future, more what is and is not within my grasp. It should say something more like, "Always what he cannot have does he want, never happy with what he has or where he is right now." I'm sure everything will work out for the best. It usually does, one way or another.