Moved off my boss’s couch and into supporter housing last night. My “houser” is Cynthia, a vibrant 85-year-old. And by vibrant I mean “significant other” vibrant; he lives outside of Manchester, so she said I wouldn’t be seeing too much of him. Now that I have all my boxes in an accessible place, life is much better. For instance, I can use my digital camera:

That’s my room. So I’m now visitable, or will be when I’m done unpacking and there’s a floor again.