Our deadlines rapidly approach. The landlady want’s us out of the house by August 28 which gives me three days to wander around the West Coast with all of my possessions, and my cat, jammed into my truck until I can move into my new place, which I haven’t found yet.

This is after I drive a U-Haul truck to the deep south with all of Steph’s stuff, and then take the Greyhound back through the heartland of America. Yea, let that one sink in…

I have only two constants left in my life now: My words on this computer, and the feel of my beard on the soft underbelly of my sweet cat Piper.

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