In which I question the value of television to me, or at least realize that I should.
In which I jumble up a bunch of thoughts about my move, then try to unpack them and at least organize them on the shelf a bit, if not really where they belong.
In which I comment satisfactions on my second attempt at running Brindlewood Bay.
In which I reflect on some of the unexpected reflections when faced with all your stuff and baggage.
In which I confess my inability to read my own character sheet has led me to unexpectedly run out of resources, temporarily.