Move accomplished

So here I am, sitting amidst a sea of boxes, most of them books. I am exhausted. My back and knees ask me why I've chosen to live in a townhouse where the bedroom is on the third level. There is no such thing as ranch-style houses in San Francisco, I tell them. It does not stop their complaining. Today my body feels every one of its 40 years. But for all that, my spirits are good. I left California 22 years ago and swore that I would not come back to live, yet here I am. Here I am. My friends and family here are thrilled. I spent the night snuggled up to my lover, and will spend the next several there, seeing as it will probably be a few more days before I get my bed set up. Mmmm. Thoughts of my bed have my back and knees telling me that they will stop complaining as soon as they get a good night's sleep on my tempurpedic mattress.

It will take some time to settle in, to find the rhythm of my life, and from there, to begin creating again. I look forward to writing and recording. I will try to put this down-time to good use as far as taking care of myself and putting out some more of my work goes.