Signing off

I have taken down my name plate. I have put forwarding messages on my phone, and my email. I am waiting for the bagels and the pie and the champagne, which I needed to tell the movers to unpack. The movers are already packing everything.

I am writing from the web, since I've unloaded everything personal from this machine.

I already feel lonely. Sparseness does that to me.

bees buzz "all over now move on move on"

Champagne and pie and a quiet ride home. Several of our old coworkers stopped by to wish us well.

I spent a good part the afternoon and evening trying to organize my study into a liveable home office, since it is what I'll have for the next bit. So much paper. Dusty. My throat is sore from it.

We also finished up the little playtest campaign for the Aradruiea module this evening. It definitely needs some polishing, but overall seems to have done the intended job.

The nature-identical lizard flavor I bought does not seem to be inducing the baby snakes to eat mice. Damn. I am not sure what to do next.

I will try to stop whining in text. It's not very interesting, I'm sure, and with the free time I have coming up, I'm sure I can do better than this. I need to wake up my writer/creator brain in any case.