Post Move

 It was a week ago today I moved.

I had spent the previous two weeks taking anything that could fit in boxes to my new home. 

On the Monday, the two young movers arrived and moved all the big stuff.

They did it well—and fast.  And were actually kind of cute….

I voted the next morning…and took to my bed for 13 hours.  Exhausted.

I’m fine now…and the duplex is close to how I want it. 

Except for the books.  About 1500+ of them. 

Getting them back in order will keep me busy on the long winter nights coming soon.

And I need to set up the playroom.  I tackle that tomorrow…though I’m not sure it will get much use as Covid cases surge.

But it was a lovely day here in Michigan today—in the 70’s. 

And it made we want to write. 

I have set most of tomorrow to do just that—the story of where I venture out for the first time after all those months to fuck some ass.

See you then.