Georgia out of my mind

I made it!

After a week spent hurtling through West Virginia, visiting the original Colonel Sander's cafe in Kentucky, frolicking on horse farms, collapsing in the mountains outside Pigeon Forge (alas no Dolly, but it was a good choice . . . there were crowds like Disneyworld has never seen. more on the phenomenon of vacationing this way later, I hope.), and then arriving at my new place after dark and finding the place overrun with eight-legged creatures, I have arrived.

I'm even mostly unpacked! I've got a great place--lofty, exposed ductwork, great floors, decent amount of space, and 1.5 bathrooms. (Roadie J declared the upstairs 1/2 bath a "poop-free zone" because it was so tiny and clean. Hilarious.)

But now I've sent my roadie crew home to DC and I'm in my office in my new job trying to figure out how to use my phones. I've already been shell-shocked by my re-entry into the Deep South. And I have no hot water until tomorrow morning. But more on that later.