Our House, In the Middle of Our Street

Okay, folks, I’m diving off the internet and into the cold waters of moving all our crap.  When I come back up for air, I will be sleeping in my bed under a different roof.

Have I mentioned how it gives me the shivers to think that I’ll be able to ‘sit out’ on my own land in the deep dark of my own back yard?

Shoot.

Wow.

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  2. Quick update… the packing is nearly done (including the kitchen). Garbage has been hauled to the herbie. The first load of plants and pictures has been moved. And Mrs. Wigglebottom loves me. But she loves The Professor more as evidenced by the wiggling bottom upon The P’s arrival.

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