  &nbsp; I've been remiss in posting for a good while now due to the tumult and exhaustion of moving. But here we are, back in the greater Boston metropolitan area, and here I am, back on the blog. Mostly, both big&nbsp;Al and I are suprememely&nbsp;disoriented and tired and discombobulated. But slowly, the reality that this is our home is sinking in. A few observations: &nbsp; I went for a walk at dusk last night&nbsp;and caught a whiff of subtley but distinctively salt-water-scented air. That was nice.&nbsp; Not that I have anything against the smell of manure, but, you know.
&nbsp; There are a lot more Kerry than Bush bumper stickers on cars here. But a lot more cars in general, and they move a helluva lot faster and more frantically. &nbsp; A much larger percentage of the young&nbsp;women around town -- and this I find especially comforting after two years of being surrounded by spray-on-tan, midriff-baring,&nbsp;bottle-blonde&nbsp;Iowa&nbsp;undergrads -- are curvy and pale and wear cool&nbsp;clothes.&nbsp;Less makeup, too.&nbsp;(Foundation? What's that? ) &nbsp; Our car insurance is going to cost us twice as much. Mother fuck.
&nbsp; I can hear church bells from our house when the windows are open. &nbsp; I miss our herb garden, and all the blue jays and cardinals in&nbsp;our old&nbsp;backyard. But I really like being able to get good&nbsp;takeout&nbsp;Indian food, which we had the other night. &nbsp; I miss all of you guys, but I'm sure as hell glad not to be in the Workshop anymore. &nbsp; In any case, we have an absurdly huge apartment, so please let us know if you're ever nearby and need a place to crash. (That goes for you, too, FBI guy....) &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
