Well, my other house

I just realized that until the end of the month, I can do the David Sedaris bit of “at my house, well, my other house.”

As more and more stuff migrates to the other house, the rooms here seem to increasingly resonate their emptiness. With the majority of Kim’s shop already moved, the basement has become an echo chamber.

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