So, there were bold plans for this morning - a 7am walk on the Bay trail with a pal. But when the kitty-gets-his-pills 6am alarm went off at what was still 5am in my head and body and I realized that it would actually be a pre-dawn walk with the time change, we canceled. I thought about sleeping in, but the kitty shortly thereafter decided it was time to get up anyway, so here we are.
Since the PST/PDT is a marker of change, I thought I would check in to this venue about the Bug Change that is coming up: at the end of the month, the Bellingham condo will go on the market and we will begin our transition to Tacoma.
There's lots of moving parts involved in this transition: selling this place, with a rent-back; finding a new place 120 miles away - just far enough away to be really annoying; closing both of those; moving; Coco's finishing her thesis and graduating; Coco's finding or starting a practice in Tacoma; and my figuring out what I'm going to do next. And we have to do all that while caring for our superannuated cat, dealing with the "end" of the pandemic, and trying to make sure we keep connected to the people we care about up here. It's gonna be a busy 90 days or so.
And yet, it feels right. As much as we both love Bellingham and will miss our walks on the bay, it is time for a change. We're getting a better sense of what this next chapter is going to look like,and starting it in a new place seems fitting.
For a little while, book reviews and ruminative essays might be a little thin on the ground, but only because I will be otherwise occupied.
Oh, and by the way:
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