So J got a job, and we're moving one more time but maybe (hopefully!) for the last time for a while. And this time really moving, all our stuff rounded back up, and some yet-to-be-determined house made our very own. For at least a whole year, dammit.

My job is to find us somewhere to live, and then also to find myself a job. But so far our plan is going according to, um, plan. If that surprising trend continues, by this time next week, we'll (hopefully!) be moved in somewhere and both gainfully employed.

Stability! Steady income! O, the (hopeful) joy!