Last night well after midnight there were what I can only assume to be many extremely confused birds calling. Well, there were one or two. I think they woke up some of the others. I remember this as being a feature of summer around here.

Come to think of it, at least one of those birds could have actually been frogs.

I'm moving. Or it's 95% certain right now. I'm still getting used to the idea. I don't have to move, and a lot of me doesn't want to: I have a wonderful home here, and a great dojo. But I want a different kind of routine, that involves less driving. Much as I love the funk of Oakland and Berkeley, I'm never here. So I will dive into the unknown and create a new home.