I finally finished moving my worldly goods into storage. Next time I attempt this type of insanity I will build in a few weeks between the time I depart and my last day at work. I’m so tired that I’m silly.
 I am officially a Hobo. I haven’t slept in the same place the last two nights and I had to change into my work clothes at work.
 The lease for unit “A” of The Dupe is signed and it only took a few glasses of wine, some pasta and a shared piece of german chocolate cake.
 I have at least two projects lined up for the next couple of months. One is new and should flex my brain a bit, the other is one of my passions and I’ve been working on it for a few years. I’m hoping to bag at least two more projects in the next couple of months,Â more for the interest factor than the money. I have a couple of “irons in the fire” as they say and am excited about all of them.
 It turns out that insurance won’t cover my Malarial meds It’s $174, but I have been told you can get prescriptions filledÂ pretty cheap in Mexico so I’m probably going to get the goods south of the border.
 I received my last full-time paycheck on the 1st. Is anyone else terrified? Me too.