Well, we made it to our new place. I’m not going to tell you what part of Philadelphia we’re living in, because I had trouble in Dallas with a reader harrassing me and my family in a pretty sick way, so I’d like to keep the risk of that at a minimum here. Nevertheless, it’s a beautiful part of town, and we’re happy to be here. It’s going to be interesting to see how the kids take to being able to walk out the front door and get food, newspapers, groceries, and all kinds of things on the street. And seeing lots of people walking on the streets — that’ll be new to them. We already found a pizza parlor steps away from our front door; I suspect it will be visited quite a bit by my children.
Roscoe, alas, is constipated. So not all the family is copacetic. But we’re getting there.