Alive. Yay.
Update: I’m not dead. There’s this annoying thing called life that gets in the way of things like writing. See my comment to that effect here.
Don’t you love moving? Things like finding clothes to wear to work that are clean, wrinkle-free, and professional suddently become a twenty-minute long treasure hunt, and setting your alarm clock is futile because circuit #7 keeps going off, thus leaving you in the dark without a ceiling fan in the middle of a humid Texas summer, and, oh, SUPER FUNSIES, killing salamanders before your dog eats them becomes such a big deal that you wonder why it wasn’t mentioned in your BUYING A HOUSE 101 book, now become all-consuming events. Especially if your dog gets to the salamander before you do and you then find yourself wrestling with a growling doberman over a five-inch long reptile, all before you’ve had coffee, let alone fixed your hair from that frightful wasp nest that is your bedhead.
