Real Life

The kid and I have been here since Wednesday night.  But I left the cats over there until today, because I couldn’t bring the dog and I didn’t want him to be completely alone. Tonight I have my kitties.  My dogface *sniffle* is hopefully getting acclimatized to his new home, with a kind disabled gentleman […]

The new place is still small, and still lovely.  I think we’re going to be very happy here.  We better be, ’cause I swear I’m not moving again until I can pay someone else to do it all. No, really.

Things are moving.  I don’t feel like I’m accomplishing much, but the house is getting emptier, so I guess maybe I am. Not happy with how, after all the time I spent anticipating, I still wasn’t ready to move, though.  Why is all this crap I don’t want still in my house?

barghle. Just keep swimming, keep swimming… I’ve got a new apartment.  I’m trying to get moved, mostly using the backseat of a Toyota Corolla.  I have to be moved in two weeks, almost the same time when I have to go back to work.  I’m trying to write, re-write, and edit, but not really finding

I was reading about a report on Tower Seven that’s supposed to come soon.  The article is about whether or not the report will lay to rest conspiracy theories.  (Which…yeah.  Dream on.  Not sayin’ the theories are right or wrong–just that any report coming from the suspected government is gonna be suspect.) Anyway.  Wandering away

Found on someone’s LJ: Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and then go and do that. Because what the world needs are people who have come alive. ~ Harold Whitman