I feel like I’m in a mad scientist’s lair.

The only thing missing is the Tesla coil.
I feel like I’m in a mad scientist’s lair.

The only thing missing is the Tesla coil.
Doctors appointment #273466. Let’s go find out if there is a greater than zero percent chance at a brain tumor.

He’s the first of the roommates to move in. The van and car are unloaded and the bed and desk are partially reassembled.

I was hoping to make the whole drive without stopping but my back insisted on a break.

Street light pics are obligatory, even in Disney’s Animal Kingdom.
I know this will be meaningless to the rest of the world, but for me this photo represents something absolutely glorious. All hail!
The cats are watching Mythbusters and seeing five people working my dream job.
Three things to note in this picture.
First, the huge van in the driveway is going to move Harry’s furniture up to Vermont a couple of days from now.
Second, the work crew was fixing a storm drain that had turned into the deepest pothole in the known universe. It’s all filled in now, and all of our car tires are thankful.
Third, can you see the house in the distance with the roofers? They tore off the roof, down to the plywood, and replaced the whole thing in one morning. One morning!
This weeks rental truck for the move up to Burlington, VT is free from the tyranny of a rear view mirror*.

*there are side mirrors, of course, and a teeny tiny back up camera display. No word on Apple CarPlay though. Fingers enthusiastically crossed on that one.
We all see it! Why can’t you! There isn’t enough room on the cat tree for both of you!