It's late, but I'm home

Finally, the move is done. I've been trying to get some stuff unpacked, but I think that at 4AM, by the laws of diminishing returns, it's time to sit back on the bed, post-shower (which was sorely needed), and drink a lovely glass of merlot. Well, pretend like you're going to finish it, even though we all know it'll be a miracle if you stay awake long enough to finish this post. And by you, I mean me. And by me, I mean worn out.

But I'm happy. And, boy, is that nice.

Goodnight, fair ones.