Well here it is, 13 December, Friday the 13th, and I'm just about to the end of this mess of a year. 25,000 miles on the box truck I picked up in June, thousands more on the car, and another 1,000+ by air.
It started in April. I'd been planning on ditching out this year and rejoining Frau in Washington State. Target date was August since that was the month we'd moved in and that was what had been the "annual date" even though we'd been on a month-to-month for years. But Landlord Spurge and Property Manager Debby Does Deseret had apparently been plotting, and in April 3D told me I had until the end of June. So I had to scramble and find places for Boy and Le Crap and then get myself hauled the 1,000 miles to Frau.
And I did it. Nearly turned myself into a crater, but I did it. Now I'm sitting in Salt Lake City wrapping up some business, Then I'll run the leg to Washington one more time. Then I'll settle in for a long, Winter's nap. And I'll tell this story serially over the next few months. Buckle up, it's been a bumpy ride.
