Morning One

Don't worry, I don't intend to number my days here. This is the first morning in the new place. Mornings usually come after the previous days, but all this have been data-logging, so you, and I at a later reading, know when this has been written.

New Places are filled with new and strange sounds. A noisy ice-maker, a cat in heat, the way rain sounds when it falls outside your bedroom window, all these things seam to be amplified at night. The place is filled with familiar things but that is about it for the familiar things. Everything else is strange. The path you take to the bathroom at night, the morning routine, where you clothes hang, everything is oddly out of place. But I've been involved with more than a few moves in my life so this is nothing that's not expected.

My path to work is going to be much different. Wanting to give my self more time, I woke up a little earlier than usual. I guess with all the anticipation, I got ready in a hurry and don't have much to do. No TV to watch the news on, so I jumped on here to let you know just how everything is. I hope this place works out ok. It has a few quarks, if that's what you want to call them. I took a shower this morning with the door half open. Not because I'm alone and want to express my freedoms, but because the door just does not shut. My Nightstand for the time is a cardboard box, which I guess is an upgrade from the last one. There are many more things to share but I've wasted enough time this morning on this. It is Time to spellcheck.