Baste me in Tiger Balm and tuck me in

The benefit of the Great Recession Downsizing a few years back is that spouse and I are aces at packing, moving, throwing shit out and relocating.  So far, the new household of four adults, a teen and three cats is integrating rather well, all things considered.  The rents are still wrestling with forty-plus years of *stuff*, but spouse and I are mostly unpacked by this point.

And we're making some progress on the front of "this new place cannot digest your whole house, only the things you actually need and use."  It's a process.

So fucking sore and tired, though.  After weeks, I'm finally getting some writing in this afternoon.  Okay, so I;m mainly staring at Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, but there's also some writing happening in between cups of tea and whimpering.

In other news, the kiddo has begun writing fanfic on Wattpad.  Because apparently that kind of thing breeds true.