…has struck again.
I have moved. Sort of. That is, I now sleep in a different state than I recently did, though it is the state in which I have been working in for the last year or so.
For all technical purposes I haven’t moved…
Consider this a non-vacation home.
Or a subtle invasion.
No more daily exodus across the river for work.
Now I go back across for fun.
And coffee.
Among other things.
Maybe I will consider myself now an expat residing in a foreign land.
Though I have already been declared a traitor.
(at least it isn’t that goofy mitten state)
I have a horrible commute now.
At least 30 seconds of walking.
Barely enough time to sip my coffee twice.
Ah…the trials we face.
How ever will I cope?
