…is how I would describe my absence from Southbound Home for what’s been almost two months now. The Girl would will probably freak out to hear me describe it as such, but I don’t mean to say that moving in with her is an unfortunate event. Quite the contrary, so far, actually. What I’m talking about are those things that turned my expected two week absence into the six weeks that it finally ended up being.

The move was rough, but it wasn’t any worse than any other move that I’ve ever made. Moving just always sucks, no matter how much stuff you have, or who helps you, and I’ll never be convinced otherwise. After that though, it was just one thing after another holding me up from doing any sort of maintenance on the site, including:

1. A redesign gone terribly wrong,
2. A Valentine’s Day trip to the Emergency Room,
3. A new apartment full of boxes that nobody seemed to want to acknowledge,
4. A broken computer, lost in transit,
5. A freakish back injury incurred while bathing,
6. The Girl’s first major work function taking her away from me for longer than I can safely manage on my own,
7. And a small bout of Tendinitis.

Will I explain all of these things. Maybe, possibly. But it could take me the rest of the year to describe everything that’s gone on in the last two months. I might gloss over some of it and hit the high points. More than likely I’ll just describe it in passing in the next few posts. I want to concentrate on the future, and mine and the girls lives going forward. I’m gonna focus on the major changes though, that living with a real live girl entail, and so the last two months are important in that respect. Stay tuned.