I'm in the air, I'll meet you there

Rabbit, rabbit! That was a terrible move. It was neither the most emotionally traumatizing I have been involved with nor the most logistically disorganized, but the end stages ran far longer than planned, i.e. overnight, with the result that by the time I passed out briefly this afternoon I had been awake for strictly about twenty-nine hours and functionally more like fifty—I did sleep the night before last, but very little owing to the matutinal plague of leafblowers. It was a sort of contingent move moreover, but the cats are safe and we have roofs, if not rooms of our own. Like the turtles of my mother's stories, we carry our homes.

I may always miss the view from this back deck. I will have to find as green a density of trees.