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I’m typing this in one of Ann’s living room leather chairs, the really big one, with the laptop on my legs. It’s weird. I’m a desktop kind of kid. But a couple of weeks ago I shushed the dust off this one and began the slow process of finding ways to log into and bring to life my most important websites: hotmail and gmail, credit union, and of course here, Couch Surfing. Working under the possibility that my desktop will be packed away and out of order for some unknown amount of time. Moving into a room with no desk. When I do locate and purchase a used desk, hoping to get all the wires back where they belong.

So this laptop’s been dusted off and it seems I may be able to miss very few and maybe not any posts here in the blog. Reporting my daily weather, which in 11 days will be 323 miles north. More rain, colder and then hotter, ocean water so much colder I made my cherished boogie board a present to Ann’s son. I’ve sold the computer chair, my bureau, and my bookcase, all used pieces I bought on FB Marketplace when I landed in San Diego coming up on four years ago. “The big wheel, it spins round and round.”

I got orders Monday to come to the office after my last work shift for United Cerebral Palsy San Diego next Tuesday and sign “Outtie” papers. Pick up my last check. Later Monday I received an email from a human service agency in San Luis Obispo saying “Thanks, no thanks.” One of the only two I have any interest in. I have not got a clue what my life’s gonna look like, say three weeks from now.

I know I will miss this chair, and its owner, more than I can say.