Burying the lede would be easier if we had a puppy

The fact that I’m really, truly, finally, actually moving is setting in at last, as is the recollection of just how much I hate packing and, you know, the whole moving your stuff part of moving. My family moved something like ten times in my first 18 years on the planet, so I am a [...]

In which I make all of my life decisions based on pronunciation

After several months and a good deal of half-hearted searching, I’m pleased to report that I am finally moving, and Y Chrome is officially moving in with me. (His body already lives here, but his clothes, furnishings, and shameful boy things I’m sure I’m about to discover, have all taken up residence elsewhere.) The move [...]