Moving. Again. For the. . .what, 17th time this decade?
I moved this week.
This is a short-term apartment lease for a couple of months long-story please don't ask me any details but it has something to do with the government not funding certain programs I am involved with that requires a certain amount of silence on my part to help maintain the peace kind of situation. Got that?
(If the above isn't a run-on sentence, I don't know what is.)
The new temporary place is most cool. The builders took every available place and put a cabinet, closet, or bed into it. My bed actually is attached to the wall. You simply move a latch and lower it to the floor. The bathroom has a fold-up ladder that drops down from the ceiling to enter the attic. And it's all built close to the ground, and partially underground, so that the effect is a little like Bilbo Baggin's hobbit hole.
The place makes me want to write an adventure story in runes.
I should post some pictures as soon as I find which sock I put my camera in.
Long story. . .