Just made Halifax yesterday...

Remember March? Way back then, as you recall, gaudior   and rushthatspeaks   kindly asked me to shelter with them, to stay safe and help take care of Fox, just for a few weeks, until the pandemic had blown over...

Hah.  It's been a long strange voyage, pumping like mad men all the way.

But Fox's blessed nursery school reopened today, as much outdoors as they can possibly be.

And on Sunday, gaudior  helped me move a stack of puzzle boxes higher than my head, two puzzle boards, books, papers, jars of pencils, two seasons of clothing, a great deal of assorted kitchenry, my elderly iMac, and heaven-knows-what back to my house.  Last night, rushthatspeaks   drove me home.

O my.

The silence!  The space full of Nine-stuff!  My library!

I miss my friends, but I've been a life-long solitary, and it's sweet to be alone and on my own time.  So far, I've drunk good tea from my own mug, ordered in a few groceries, unpacked a very little, puzzled a bit, mused on rearrangements of the library, taken naps, picked up a week's worth of Chinese, and walked over to the farmers market, where I got corn on the cob and the last of the berries from Quebec.

All I need now is a bowlful of Tosci's and a browse through Raven Books, but they open on Wednesdays and Thursdays, respectively.  Still there, thank heavens.

So am I.

Nine