It has now been exactly one week since we moved into our new house. The movers came on Friday with the last of our Sthufff and I've been digging out ever since. If you've written to me and I haven't gotten back to you, this is why. I have to find my desk. It's here, somewhere.
But this is also a state of bliss for me and for Bill. In particular, I like to pack and unpack and then figure out how to turn my space from a hoarder's paradise back into our regular life. It's a life that's packed tight and full, but things do get done. We missed our weekly radio show last Saturday, but I think the next issue of the magazine won't be too long in coming.
Thanksgiving! Hannukah! Christmas! New Years! There will be guilt.