Housing would be relatively straightforward as my mother owns a house (in Woods Hole) and is willing to rent it to us at below-market rates. (It being cape cod, the housing market is insane.) The problem of course is that my mother is a lot, and being her tenant would be interesting.

(Edit: she also has a tenant until may so I’d be looking for short term housing. There are so many things to consider and I’ve moved so many times…)

Moving is always awful, but when I have made my pro/con lists on decisions that one somehow ends up not being that big a factor. Lifestyle, friends, family, work environment. Lots of intangibles, but the longer you make the lists and the deeper you dig into the abundance of deciding factors the right choice often becomes clear. So I say write it all down!

Holy shit I finally caught up. That'll teach me to pay attention to my family over a holiday weekend instead of this board.

flea, wow! I don't think I have anything more to offer that hasn't already been said, except that I am always in favor of more Buffistas in the Northeast.

Cape Cod sounds like a winner to me too, flea. Best of luck whichever way you decide.

I was Little Drummer Boyed last night in the last place I would expect, a Chinese buffet. Oh well, at least I can turn the radio dial without fear now.

I think it was last year (maybe the year before) I was LDB'd by the outside speakers of a cigar bar.

I was LDB'd by my own brother-in-law the day after Thanksgiving! And then I had to explain the game to my entire extended family (along with Whamageddon) because apparently this is not as common a thing as I thought it was.

this is not as common a thing as I thought it was

I feel this. I'm still on a campaign to get @@ into common consciousness for eyeroll, all credit to Jesse. Well, the campaign has waned a bit over the years, but I did just use it on a FB post today!

It's always a challenge, between shopping in department stores and half the local radio stations converting to 24/7 Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving. But I wouldn't have guessed I'd lose going "more Mongolian beef please, pa rum pum pum pum—dammit!"

Went to a new-to-me Thai place for lunch, and they used SO MUCH SUGAR. Eww. It was like eating candy for lunch.

I just sent off an email to the Purveyors of Robyn Hitchcock's online stuff.

I signed off, "Yours in a wry array of awry."

Which I think is (a) the only way to end a message to Robyn Hitchcock's people; and (b) may only and exclusively be employed with other Hitchcockians.