So the good news is, I moved over New Years, and am finally neither homeless nor uncertain about the future.  The bad news is, my new housemate lived in a fourth floor walkup, and I discovered, painfully, a rich expanse of virgin muscle during my forty or so trips up and down them carrying heavy items.

Hence the Friday-Sunday hiatus.  But now, onto a happy New Year for all of us--or so I lightheartedly hope.  Normal blogging resumes now.

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