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Yep. It’s crazy around here. I’m typing this on a borrowed laptop. In a few minutes I’ll go to sleep in a bed that’s not my own. All of my posessions are theoretically making their way to Madison on a truck or two, driven there by people who packed it up with all the trustworthy vibes of a used-car salesman and an organized-crime heavy¹ all rolled into one.

My wife is 900 miles away, my son is another few hundred farther than that. My next few days will be filled with frantic fixing of the house, worry, and driving. When I arrive, I’ll need to wonder where my stuff is, settle into working remotely for a boss 900 miles away, and wonder how long that’s going to last.

I don’t think I’m quite in a sane frame of mind right now.

¹ “youse got some nice stuff. Be a shame if something were to happen to it”