There’s nothing like moving. It’s all just crazy every time.
Or why the cat ate my post.
We woke up to the dulcet beep, beep, beep of the computer power supplies warning us electricity was out. Seems to have been a small outage, involving just two or three houses. Which meant not a big priority.
I was going to write a post, I was. But I couldn’t get on the computer (by the time I was functional, power was completely out) so instead I started doing the final unpacking on my bedroom.
And now my mind is not in a word sort of mood.
Since it’s been that sort of day, let me tell you some things I’ve found out, courtesy of our packers:
-F. Paul Wilson and Kevin J. Anderson write how-to art books. (I’d been wondering where the signed books went!)
-Party hats and new year’s decoration ARE “art supplies.” (I don’t DO performance art)
-A bunch of…
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