I have moved.

I have moved. I hope to never move again. (And by the way I am currently feeling, I may never be able to physically move again. ) I am tired in ways I didn’t know it was possible to be tired. And very very very hot.

And my stuff is mostly in the garage and in the house, and on the floor, and … well, you get the idea. It’s all over.

Enough said. Time to soak in a barrel of ice water and contemplate my fate as a resident of New York state.






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