Onward

There's a point in every move when I realize I'm really moving. Usually it comes when I'm waking up in something that isn't my bed, and may not be a bed at all. The walls above me are blank. My face itches for lack of proper skin-care products. I've broken about half my nails. In a few hours, I'll be sneezing uncontrollably because I've kicked up so much dust while packing. The next day, my nose will look a little tough and scaly.

These things arrived less intensely and less simultaneously than usual over the past couple days. Maybe I'm getting better at this moving business.

For better or worse, I'm moving again. Tomorrow morning (!) I begin work as a Web producer at TBO.com, the Web site affiliated with the Tampa Tribune and its sister TV station, Channel 8. It's a great Web site in a huge building in downtown Tampa, less than two miles from my new apartment.

Take that!