The closing in Maine went without a hitch yesterday. These days, you don't get to feel rich even for a few minutes holding a big, fat check in your hands; the funds were immediately wired to Oregon to pay for my new home, just a number at the bottom of a page.
Yesterday evening, the wonderful Waring (see his photo here), who helped me pack and hauled away a whole lot of trash for me, stopped by on his way home from work for a final visit. It was great to see him and sad to say goodbye.
The good with the bad, yin and yang, the balancing act of life.
With the requirement to be at the airport two hours ahead of flight time and a plane change in Atlanta, Ollie and I will be 12 hours traveling today. His sedative lasts eight hours, so part way through the trip, I'll dose him again. If all goes well, he will snooze the whole way.
Here's a question for you. For all the years I've been doing Time Goes By, I have published each day's story at 5:30AM eastern U.S. time. Because I wake early, I can usually give it one last check for typos and fixes, then it is available for European readers in the late morning, east coast Americans with their coffee and it's ready for west coast people whenever they waken. Australians – well, you're on your own; I can never figure out what day it is there.
Now, I will be living three hours later than what I'm accustomed too. I could maintain the schedule by setting each day's post to publish at 2:30AM my (new) time. But I won't be able to do a final check and some posts might be messier. Or, I could set it for 5:30AM Pacific time, which would change the arrival time for everyone.
What's your preference?
See you soon from the west coast...
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Richard J. Klade: Just Say the Words