Movin' on up

Well, it hit me, as I signed off to my daughter's blog as "your new roomie" that, indeed, this is all real - that on Sunday I move in with her - at least for the weekdays. Yikes. I hope she knows what she's gotten herself into ... actually, we'll share cooking, cleaning and child care, so it might be a good deal afterall. I'll miss Frank and Paul every night, but I'll be busy with the new job, the commute, house hunting, the decision on the move ... I expect to be completely exhausted every night.

Goodness. Who knew the shape my life would take?