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June 21st, 2018

Only a Little Less Busted

Spooky said I could use the photo of her elbow (below), but I had to call it "The Wages of Moving." So, there you have it. We are each a mass of bruises, scabs, scrapes, and sprains.

The sun is setting, after a cooler, rainy day. This morning, we saw two scarlet tanangers (Piranga olivacea), a bird I'd not seen in a long time. The air through my open office window smells of mimosa and freshly mown grass. I'm hardly wanting to run the AC.

Yesterday was a very, very grim day. And maybe that was to be expected. The asshole movers didn't help. Things were better today, though. We had to find a way to get my iMac running in my office, where all the outlets are two prong. Maintenance is going to replace one...eventually. In the meantime, I've secured a high-gauge extension cord, attached to a power strip, as an adapter. And we've been unpacking books and setting up shelves and getting Selwyn to eat. We might be ready for visitor sometime after Independence Day.

Later,
CRK




6:36 p.m.