As of 0915 today (Lord willing and Virgin America for
once taking off on time), I have ceased to be a resident of California. For two
months I shall reside in the District They Call Columbia, within spitting
distance of Congressmorons and other lowlifes, while I explore the area and
decide where I’d like to live on a more permanent basis.
During this time I’ll be living out of suitcases and bin
bags. For a couple of weeks, I’ll even be without a car, until mine catches up
with me. That’ll make me feel terribly urban, I can tell you. And very
un-Californian.
But I can use that time to find my way on foot around the
city, get my feet under the desk (when my employers find me one), and generally
reorient myself.
What a slice.
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