Well, we're just about unpacked. I mean, we did the kitchen this morning, I finished unpacking the books yesterday (no mean feat, as we have craptons of them), and the house doesn't look like the U-Haul box showroom so much.
Now, it occurs to me, that it's already November, which also happens to be National Novel Writing Month. As I haven't done any writing, I'd theoretically already be behind. But I think I may skip this year; I didn't make the 50,000-word goal in years past, so I'm thinking I probably wouldn't this year, either.
But if for some reason I have some kind of epiphany on BART tomorrow on the way to work, then I guess I'm back in the game.