Well, the time has come, and I'm moving out of the house my family has lived in for the last 26 years. We have been given 60 days to remove the remains of our presence and hand the keys over to the bank. It will be nice to get all of this behind us, but things are going to suck for a while. My mom is going to move in with me at my new place, and I'm finally going to have the time to pay attention to my art again.

I've been stuck between two places for so long, it was starting to feel as if I'd never get to move in down here. I'm fixing up the studio now, and once the floors are in, I'm going to haul my computer stuff in there and get back to work. I'll finally have a large space to create stuff in again- all I have to do is keep Mum from hauling every bit of accumulated crap along, and burying us in it. I've got a pretty good start as it is with my woodworking machines and electronic crap now.

Right now, I'm sitting in front of my stereo in the living room (tiny- its a single wide trailer), listening to Misty River on a pair of Focal Diablo Utopias- a pair of speakers that cost more than this entire house. One has to have their priorities, I guess.

Right now, I'm getting this place set up for living- its mostly ready to move into now, but I need to carve out a little more space before I move in for good, and get hot water going… As soon as we have moved in, and I have a modicum of privacy again, I can make my furry art nest in my new studio, and spend a lot more time up here. I know everyone is wondering about Ober and Matilda, and I never really stop thinking about them myself. I can't wait to tell the rest of their story.

Its going to be great to come home.