the beginning

Furniture has traveled across highways, scarred the sides of stairwells, as of friends from work carried heavy loads into the winds of the California foothills. The boxes are brought in and their contents recklessly opened and dug through, shoes deposited in the back hall, a stocking'd foot descent made upon the great kitchen, stocked with donuts, bagels, and Gatorade. Having lifted and unpacked what we might, we retreat to a comfortable room on the second floor and come to rest, perhaps with a good book.

I will sleep well tonight.

Happy Year of the Dog!