I made it to my new home, and finally got my internet up and running.  I’m not settled in yet, but I’m getting closer—and with only a few hiccups.  Having spent more than half my life in the tropics, the winter cold is something I’m no longer used to, but the chill has been exhilarating.  I’ve been making use of my fireplace and luxuriating in its warmth at every opportunity.

Between the airplane flights and many, many errands, I’ve managed to get some writing done.  I finished a flash story (with which I’m happy), nearly finished revising a story that has been languishing on my desktop, and added several thousand words to my current novel in progress.  All told, it’s been a good move and a productive ten days.