The new house is wonderful, great, better than we thought we’d ever get in Princeton. So nice, in fact, that I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. But that move, man, God it sucked. I’ve known this about myself forever, but I really hate change. And it was such a piecemeal process, riddled with SNAFUs and bad temper. But we’re in now, and it sure is a more pleasant place to be than the last place.
In other news, I’ll be making more attempts to weave together all the disparate elements of my life and brain. The weaving metaphor sure works well for me, so maybe I’ll start having some luck with making all the strands feel like a piece of fabric instead of a tangle.