We still don’t have our stuff. I’m actually starting to forget that I have stuff. I have some vague memory that I once had a kitchen table, a sofa, and a bed, but it seems like a far distant dream from the past. The truck was almost here, but then the driver called and said the truck broke down in Tallahassee, so we continue to wait. Sleeping on an air mattress for two weeks is already old.
As you can see, updating from the road has not been going too smoothly. It’s easy to lose track of what day it is, and very hard to find a place with a secure internet connection so I can FTP to the website. The dog has already had his fill of this trip and is currently pouting under my chair with his toy in his mouth. There are still miles to go before I die (or kill someone), so everyone will just have to deal for another week. I’m afraid that includes some readers who are confused about the irregularity of the updates right now. Cross country moves are tough on the soul.