Cliff Notes

I owe everybody some content. There's a huge gap here that I need to fill, and I hope to get that taken care of in the coming days and weeks. But tonight I'm tired -- so you get the Cliff Notes.

• Back in September, as I mentioned, I went to Florida to meet Allison. It went well. Very well.
• On that same trip I took the scenic route home, stopping in Houston for a few days to visit John and Mike. Also good stuff.
• In November, a few weeks before Thanksgiving, Allison ventured out to California. She'd never been to San Diego, so I gave her the dime tour. We did touristy stuff, visited with most of my friends and (most importantly) spent as much time as possible together. Allison returned to the Land of Humidity (tm) a few days later, and parting at the airport was more difficult the second time around.
• In February I made another trip out to Florida. Somewhere around this point Allison and I finally got fed up with the long-distance thing, and decided that we needed to close the gap. 3000 mile commutes suck.
• Allison and I talked for a while, and decided that we were ready to move in together. Florida, being Florida, lost the battle (it was pretty much a no-brainer). The exodus would happen sometime in the summer.
• The Move is scheduled for June 1st. I'm flying out there, and the two of us will drive home together. To our home.
• On the return trip to California the two of us will make a pit stop in Evansville, Indiana (her home town). We'll spend a couple days in her old stomping grounds (since we're not sure when the next opportunity will be) before setting our sights on the west coast.
• I'm moving in less than two weeks. My current studio apartment isn't going to cut it. I found a three-bedroom house for rent in Oceanside. Deposits are paid, boxes are packed, and we're slowing approaching D-Day.

With moves there's (obviously) a lot of things that need to happen: finances, logistics, schedules. We're at the point that everything is pretty much set. Now it's just a waiting game, and the dates are closing in. This is a good thing.

The new chapter's getting ready to start.

224 Days Later

So, yeah, it's been a little while. I hadn't realized just how much time had passed until I pulled up a calculator and did the math. Then came the double-take.

Dead Body: I'm not dead!
Dead Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead.
Man: Yes he is.
Dead Body: I'm not!
Dead Collector: He isn't.
Man: Well, he will be soon. He's very ill.
Dead Body: I'm getting better!
Man: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.

I've gotten some gentle (and no so gentle) prodding from a few folks, wondering what's been going on with the page. Tell you the truth, I just haven't really felt like doing anything with it. At first I just didn't have the time. After a while, though, the reflex to blog about something just...stopped.

Dead Collector: I can't take him.
Dead Body: I feel fine!
Man: Oh, do me a favor.
Dead Collector: I can't.
Man: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.

A lot has happened since the last entry. Hell, the Blogger interface even changed! Once I figured out how to use the new one (and switch everything over to my Google account) I decided to ease back into things.

Man: Well, when's your next round?
Dead Collector: Thursday.
Dead Body: I think I'll go for a walk.
Man: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?
Dead Body: I feel happy. I feel happy.
WHACK
Man: Ah, thanks very much.
Dead Collector: Not at all. See you on Thursday.

I have returned. Tada and stuff.