The Great Trek

Ok, who flipped the world over? Whoever (or whomever--i never do get that correct) did it: Not Funny!

Really, it only seems like the world has been turned upside down. We moved this week from Tennessee down to Georgia. Hotlanta, to be more specific. It has been an adventure for us all. The dogs aren't sure that this is home yet, while Gayle and I try to turn this house into a home. There have been a multitude (not Greek for "many small shelties") of contractors in and out of the house for the last two days. This has been a great convenience for us--I don't know how we would have accomplished half as much in such a short time.

As fun as that sounds, we are glad to be winding down a little. (Obviously winding down, as I have time to clown-around typing and not installing blinds, etc.)

Note to self: never again should you move the week of Christmas! Everyone wants to head out for the holidays (understandable) but that makes for a slightly more distressing look for the basic necessities of life: all shopping outlets (including Tractor Supply) are jammed with people looking for just the right gift; the roads, already famous in Atlanta for their congestion, are somehow worse; and when you do finally get home with whatever you went "In Search of...", you are so worn out that any use of the newly obtained article is best left for after your much needed nap.

Well, that's about it for now. I think I shall retire to the bed chamber for some desired-but-not-earned R&R.

Dan