That's right: zero, zip, zilch, nada. Still have no clue where to or if I'll be moving.
But the grass is green and it's time to repair the mower to get through that jungle I've been growing in the back.
The flowers are up, and the birds are singing... anyday now I'll stop wearing my parka.
The twistings and vagaries of my sometimes writerly mind...
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