If you were wondering at all, I’m still alive. Tired, sore, and so utterly sick of staring at highway that my eyes are requesting a transfer, but alive.
My posts will be spotty for the next few days as the most difficult portion of the move (convincing the Feline Overlords that five hours in a car won’t kill them) has yet to be completed. I also have to prep somewhat (as in figure out where the heck I put my work clothes in the maze of moving boxes) for starting my new job on Monday.
But when the cells in certain portions I my cortex are able to synapse properly again, expect a farewell to DC, a hello to Chapel Hill, and a love note to the best moving van I have ever driven.
Now, only four more hours back to DC…