Well, I’m no longer a resident of Georgia. It’s a little odd to realize that. I’m sitting in an apartment in a different state, surrounded by someone else’s things with all of my own things in storage in the same basement. It’s a little overwhelming.
The move was . . . well, in four years I’ll have another shot at not having “miscellaneous stuff” boxes.
There’s a lot to write, and I’ll get to it, I promise; but right now I’m tired and lacking in inspiration.
And I don’t know where my pajamas are. I last saw them in Georgia.