Batting .500

I have achieved A Place To Live.  I’m not sure if it’s a carriage house, a mother-in-law cottage or, as Cousin Ruth suggested, Slave Quarters.  Given the demographics here, I don’t think I should make a habit of referring to it that way.

 

I believe I shall move Monday.  And, in keeping with my goals at this point, it is Cheap As Hell.

Proof of life

Wow.  Didn't mean to take a big ol' hiatus there.  After the drive to Georgia (Columbus, to be exact), I sort of fell into a blue funk of job/housing searching and...well, didn't really feel much like talking.

I've found neither a job nor a house, but I think I'm getting close on both of them.  Although Jack likes apartment living just fine, I think we'll be bailing on Cousin R and her fabulous husband pretty soon for a shack of our own here in the area.

The adventure continues, folks, but sometimes it isn't enough fun to warrant commentary.  I think the blue funk is lifting, so we'll do better.