Going dark

I've made the call. Cable guy is coming tomorrow to cut the internet umbilical. Getting the phone cut off used to throw me into a vertiginous tailspin at moving time. Now, losing the phone means almost nothing. Losing the pixelworld -- that hurts. We have a roller coaster ahead of us. Our children have already started to cry about losing their friends. They've asked us to promise that next time we make a long-distance move, there will be no going back. We've promised. This will probably be my last post until we reach the other side, unless I borrow a little airtime from someone enroute. If not, see you early in July.

I feel as though we're circling the drain.