I haven't been good at maintaining this thing lately. Part of it has been the whole routine of getting resettled in a new home.

For Tim the transition was easy. Nothing really changed beyond broken things working again and he probably could have managed just fine without much effort. But some of us have to eat, manage money, and arrange transportation. It's taken a great deal of patience but finally life has settled into a routine.

The sushi is not as good as it was in Washington, but at least I'm on another coast and can get seafood easily. I made lobster for Timothy one evening after the market offered a batch for a fairly cheap price. The look of horror on his face was almost satisfying, but the old goat ate it anyway.

No priest yet. Nigel can't leave his parish and so he and my church friends have been slowly feeling the waters. I'm grateful to have people looking out for me but I fear that I won't get the same luck I had with father Nigel.

Doctor Williams is in the process of relocating at least. I was shocked that he was willing to pack up and come along with me, but he made a good living for himself in his profession and retired in relative comfort. I'm sort of a side project that he doesn't want to give up so quickly on.

We have new customers, but also some familiar faces who come in as if nothing is different. I forget how Tim's door works sometimes, and it takes everything I have not to tackle Horace whenever he visits and ask for news about the old city or get him to deliver messages. I make him twitchy enough by my presence, no need to make him more twitchy.

One adapts and moves on.