from the chaos

i am not feeling particularly serene, nor particularly focused, but our old house is past tense, and our new house is present tense: it is starting to feel, sound, and smell like us.
there is equanimity in unpacked boxes, i am assured, and in tidy cupboards, so i shall unpack, and tidy, and count on an inevitable calm.

when you're having fun

our move is alarmingly imminent; i am going to have neither the hours nor the inclination to update here until we are settled into there.
it's time, i think, to hang out the "moving house" sign, but i couldn't find one of those,
so a "gone fishing" sign will have to do.