The movers should be showing up soon, then they get to pack my stuff up (including Beast), and when I’m back home I’ll be crashing for a bit then going to my bank to see about things. And I’ll wish the best to Liz Danforth, who’s ailing a bit.
Learned today that on Wed., Mar. 25th at 9am I am going to move back to my apartment. The movers will take care of getting me packed up and ready.
That means I’ll be able to get out and do things. Like go to the bank and check on my account. And go to the park and get some sun. And, with any luck, prepare meals. And visit Tamara when she’s ready.
Of course it may mean a case of TF (Trump Flu), but them’s the risks you take.
Back with WordPress that is, for the simple reason that I can handle this platform. So I get to build up a list of subscribers again, and that means getting back to posting. Which really isn’t possible at the moment because I need to rest up and do some thinking.
But this time I’m going to do what I can to keep it simpler than it was before. In other words, no piling on the crap.