Still Here, More or Less

I've been meaning to update this blog for several days, but I don't like to whine, and the last few drafts have quickly devolved into litanies of everything that hasn't gone right since the move. Just typing out that last sentence cranked up my blood pressure by a few degrees, so I'll try to stay positive. Or not.

Let me say this: if I had known life here was going to be like this, I'd have used the money for my plane tickets to place my things in storage and moved into a homeless shelter before coming to Florida. I'll write a bit more when I can compose a thought without conjuring my own hate and discontent.