A new beginning

A few weeks ago I floated the idea of renting a studio past one of my barkeeps and she gave me a number to call, at which I left a message. When the guy called me back Wednesday with apologies, we made an appointment for a viewing today. I had been driving past this old mill perched on the side of the river for years, slowing down to take pictures of the brickwork and when the guy let me in this morning, I simply asked; "To whom do I make out the check? Do you have a key? May I move in today?" And so I did, with Viggo's help, move in the first load today. So there. I haven't rented anything since I was on the lam from my family and took a 50 dollar a month room at a hippie house missing a wall so that I could curl up and die after I escaped from the hospital. But that's a novel I haven't written yet. This one's almost as cheap in inflationary dollars and should be a much happier space. Thank you, Viggo! (And, no..I'm not dumping my family!)