To whom it may concern, though, I landed the retirement community gig the day after my last entry, and have been living there comfortably and stably ever since.
Also, incidentally, my car was "broken" into. I use the word broken loosely because nothing was actually broken; they either picked the lock or I was stupid and left the door open.
What did they steal?
Postcards. My stereo is intact, my maps are still there, even the loose change in my ashtray seems untouched, but the only thing that's missing is postcards. That's why certain people still haven't gotten any, and I haven't had time to buy more since then.
Oh well, could be worse.
Expect a better update later. The only real purpose of this thing is to let people know I'm still alive, and quite, quite well, after sixteen days.
Toodles.