Ladies and gentlemen, I have a place to live.
Not just yet, though.
A friend of mine who owns a duplex has an opening and he lives next door. The likelihood that he'll sell out from underneath me is low. Once the current tenant leaves, he's going to have a crew come in, clean and fix whatever needs to be fixed.
The duplex is near one of my watering holes and that's not because I have many watering holes but because Wisconsin law requires a bar every 600 feet. But, full transparency, I do have a number of watering holes. That number? Don't ask journalists to do math.
The logistics are funky but I've made a shocking number of friends willing to help load, move and store my useless crap. Then I'll get a room at the Steakhouse Lodge, one of my little families in town where I stayed for a month when I moved here. (Try the steak. It's among the best I've ever had and I've eaten me some steak.)
And then those same friends will help me again to settle in. When the warm weather sets in, I'll have a grillout to celebrate them. I'm told the weather warms up about July 4.
Finally, I will settle.
Peace and settlement and love to all of you my brothers and sisters.