california

As if the Ferraris you see on a daily basis aren't reminder enough that this world is one that I'll never really get a handle on, I have to wake up in the morning and see this:

1. Closed down the Punk Planet offices, often singlehandedly, especially when it came to tearing down drywall and filling the dumpster.

2. Packed up my entire house and moved most of it into my parents' basement.

3. Strapped what remained onto the top of my car and loaded my dog, my kid, and my partner in.

4. Drove across the country in the middle of August, where the average daily temperature was about 98 degrees, an adventure that included:

a. hiding out from a tornado in Omaha, Nebraska.
b. getting kicked out of Temple Square in Salt Lake City, Utah for having a dog (thusly ensuring a swift trip to hell in the afterlife, I'm sure).