Declarations

I've reached the point where I feel the need to be informative, and as here offers me the broadest spectrum, I'm going to sing out for a moment. I'll try to be clear and communicative, but it's hardly my forte. Bear with me, I'm taut and fraught and stressed.

David and I are moving. We just don't know to where.

Not having moved in some time, we have been beating the bushes and looking the best we can. We've both been uncommonly set here though (almost 5 years here for him, 9 for me) and I certainly don't feel as though I have the sensibilities or the skills that would make this a painless experience. So as of right now, we're moving by the First of Sept Ember, but it's still a mystery as to where.

This isn't good, I know. Still, I've gotten sort of used to gaming it out, running complex simulations of potential futures in my head. I have a worst case scenario, and it's not bad. We can shove all of our things somewhere (several options here) and couch surf until something opens up. While not an optimal plan, it is clearly viable, thanks to the generous and thoughtful society of People I Know. Practically, we should be fine.

The primary stumbling blocks are the cats, two. One black, one grey. While many (lots, to my surprise) of my friends are willing to kennel me and/or Dave, the cats are a more complicated issue, both for keeping while we float and for moving in general. So while this is informative, it's also solicitous. If you're well positioned to cat-sit for a week (or perhaps more), drop me a line. If you'd like to host either Aaron or David in the event of our regrettable homelessness(we're good company), drop me a line. 

Wish us luck.