Hello, Ferndale.

I've made the fantastic voyage to Ferndale, with both my sanity and my breakables intact. I'll have to write about it in detail later, when I'm not up to my eyeballs (literally) in boxes and bags, but I thought I would offer an update nonetheless.

I'm banged up and bruised from head to toe, I still can't find my deodorant and I made the mistake of setting down my Chapstick this morning -- it's now sufficiently camouflaged among the wreckage.

But, on the bright side, I did manage to find my phone charger and wine glasses after hours of searching last night. As long as I've got my priorities straight, I think I'll be fine.

I'm exhausted, but I'm happy. And now I must get back to work...