Untested. Well, because I don’t know where my things are. You end up putting so much faith in movers to transport your precious belongings across the country. And then they don’t return your calls. C’mon Oz, you’re supposed to be the wizard of moving! The weather has been — apparently uncharacteristically — awesome these past couple of days. Not quite warm enough to explain all the shirtlessness in dolores park though. It’s not that warm people! I guess it makes it easier to pick out the sane ones (hint: they have shirts on, and, in some cases, sweaters)

I have an apartment! It has a great view, and a roof deck, and is all sorts of conveniently located, and yippee! Settling in after being settled for so long is difficult. I need to paint, and figure out where everything goes, and replace my old routines with suitable (or better) ones. I’ve started on that a little. I joined a gym. Though it’s a bit rickety, the price and location are just right. Hasad, the proprietor, is really big on returning the weights. None of the weights looked out of place to me. Probably because of all the “please return the weights” signage. I hope. Maybe he beats the disobedient. Everything is looking goooood.