Winter is nearly over, and you know what that means: my fully-clad moose friend, Mr. M, has stirred from his winter doldrums, anxious to indulge his jones for rambling.
I know the feeling, and not just because Mr. M spends his winters perched on my bed. (He hogs the covers, as you might imagine.) But there comes a time when you need to make a move to new environs. Or, to be precise, new environs for Mr. M, but familiar environs for me. And so we have.
After a seemingly endless six month search, I finally start my new job on Monday. For both myself and Mr. M, this is a mixed blessing, as these things so often are.
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