Greetings from D'ville!

Well, all the stuff has been moved into my new place. I'm sitting in my new living room now typing this, watching my Big Bang Theory DVDs, as my cable has not been activated yet.

I estimate I've got 3/4 of the unpacking done. It's been exhausting. I don't think I've ever been this tired--having to do this alone is almost more than I can bear. I am lucky that my company paid for movers to pack up my stuff and move it--no way I could do that myself, or afford to pay somebody to do it for me.

My new place is smaller than the old one--as much junk as I got rid of, I still have to find some places for a lot of my remaining stuff. Still, it's looking pretty good.

Strangely enough I have found myself in these new surrounds really missing Atari. I don't know why. It comes in waves--I'll be fine, then it'll just come washing over me, wave after wave of missing my Big Silly dog.

Which in a way makes me dread tomorrow, when I have to go back to my old apartment to clean up and turn in my keys. That place is empty now but to me it is full of ghosts--I lived there around nine years or so and there are a lot of memories there. Atari's ghost still walks down there--everywhere I look I'll see something that reminds me of him. His ashes are here and will be guarding this place while I'm gone but I feel like he's with me everywhere I go.

So, Big Silly, this one's to you. I love you and I miss you so much, Atari.