My, my, my. How time flies! A lot has has happened since my last entry.

I completed my move from Alabama to Tennessee. Well, sort of. I got rid of (literally) tons of clutter, left more clutter (along with several pieces of furniture that would not fit in my Tennessee house) for the house flipper to deal with, and now I've discovered that about half of what I brought up here will end up donated or in the landfill.

The move to my “new” *(58-year-old) home has been an adventure, in more ways than one.

For example: I experienced sub-zero temperatures, in an all-electric house that was not designed for such temperatures, while also experiencing rolling blackouts --the first EVER in TVA's 90 year history. One of my Alabama neighbors asked me in a text how I kept warm. My short answer was: "I didn't."

Haven't made any road trips since my overnighter to Alabama for Thanksgiving. Got a short one coming up this weekend, and a longer one in February (if the weather cooperates), but nothing blog-worthy. Maybe later in the spring. Definitely by early summer.

I bought my present camper in late '17. Only made one real trip in it before my wife's declining health forced me to park it. Then came COVID. Then came my move  to Nashville and dealing with 50 years of clutter. 5 years lost! 5 years to (hopefully) be made up for.

Meanwhile, I'm still working on my manuscript. In recent weeks , with my move behind me, I've accelerated my writing efforts. So, maybe, perhaps, conceivably, if all goes well—and if I stay well...