I'm late with my blog post simply because I took it upon myself to move to a state I visited only once during my interview. Then I was flown into the state and left in a similar fashion. This time I was compelled to manage a 26 foot UHaul with a loaded family van behind. In true Clark Griswold fashion I drove my family nuts as we traveled the fruited plains and had lengthy visits with roadside crews as we waited for the demolishing to end.

I gazed at wheat that is ready to be harvested and corn that thrives in 100 degree temperatures. I drove the less-than-a-year-old UHaul with no air conditioning in such conditions and allowed the sun to fry my brain to a crisp.

Tonight? Well Harley is next door waiting for my daughter to wake up and come pet him. My wife is unpacking dishes and I have resigned myself to the basement where I am frantically trying to make sense of the transpanted garden I call my family.

With nourishment I'm sure we will survive the transplant - but being moved is hard on any growing plant.

Thanks for waiting for me. I'm glad to be back.