Currently house hunting. Just for a rental property - but shit be hard...
You'd think that people would want people who were awesome (or at least not outwardly showing symptoms of insanity) to reside in their second home. But stuggle-ville is population me at the moment. The cat is at least partially to blame for part of the battle. She's sweet and fuzzy - but fuzzy don't be paying any bills.
So now I've started packing up for the big move which may or may not be happening. I really hope it does. Otherwise I might seem a bit nutso for the desire to live out of a cardboard box.
As an aside...did you know that too much fruitcake will make you super sick? Like, unable to sleep through the night due to intestinal turmoil. That's not the best experience ever. On the very bright side, it's over. On the not so very bright side, I am now dreading having any more fruitcake. This is a shame because I make a damned fine fruitcake.
Oh! Speaking of fuzzy - my hair is coming back in fits and starts.
I shaved my head to raise money for cancer research. Everyone should try to be bald at some stage in their life. It was a terrible time of year to do it. But well worth the effort. I might do it again someday. I'll have to try to raise more money next go.
