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So, You Ever Find A House?

I can't begin to name the variations of this question which casually trickles my way due to people's realization that surely Kim, Georgia and I are in our own place.

Hoping for this truth, I said numerous times that we'd been in the house by Thanksgiving. It was a hopeful turkey dream that our first night in the townhouse would be the night prior to Turkey Day. Not so.

Instead, some of the day before Thanksgiving and all of Saturday was spent moving boxes upon boxes and furniture into our abode. Much of this past week was spent unpacking and breaking down those boxes.

Two nights ago, even more boxes were brought in...finally allowing us to close out our large and costly storage unit. Now, we have just as many boxes to unpack! Salvation Army, give-a-ways, eBay, burning in the backyard...just kidding...but we'll have to punt a bit more.

So, our next goal is to have everything unpacked enough to move-in by next weekend.

Otherwise, the job continues to be intense and busy as an entire station website is being maintained by 3 people, including myself. (One staff member is on disability from surgery, one quit, one I released, and I'm awaiting to bring in some freelancers)

Additionally, no serious takers on the Benz, except I did have a response today from the Classic Auto Traders ad. As much as I adore that car, it'll be nice to move on and have something more economical to drive.

I'll have to check with corporate...surely, I hold the record for the longest relocation in history!

Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are getting ready for a blessed Christmas. I'm thankful for all of you and your friendships over the years.

We didn't come to Mississippi for Thanksgiving and likely won't for Christmas...primarily because we don't have the funds to fly...but we really need to focus on getting "our roots" into the ground...or just get moved into our townhouse.

Be well...

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