Will be moving into our own home within the next thirty days. I'm sad to be leaving the island, but will feel much safer during hurricane season. The views will not be as pretty, but we'll only be two minutes from the beach. That is the good news.
Writing will be on the back burner until I get moved and settled, except for my homework, which I am late on that right now, but I'm not the immortal my body wishes it was. Sad to say, I do have to sleep sometimes.
It awes me how much I have accomplished with the packing the past week.
Of course, my sweet husband has been a great help. 
My entire office has been packed, all the pictures wrapped, all the nick knacks have been packed, and tomorrow it will be my closet and nightstand, and another closet. Afterwards, all I have left is the kitchen. This is killing me. We have moved three times and this will make the fourth in four years. This is the last and final. Thank goodness.
No blogging from me for the next month, maybe two. Have a wonderful summer, and I'll be back when I can.
