Loaner, as expected, took the move to these new digs hard. She is hiding in the closet for lack of any other private places. At least she comes out to eat, though not very much. At night she climbs onto my stomach, ensuring that I toss about for hours before collapsing into sleep.
My Mac got connected only yesterday and there are a host of little things that don’t work including other distractions, like the bathroom sink being stopped up, dead power outlets, and masses of paper stuff that I felt I couldn’t do without.
The view across the street features a partial slice of Lake Merritt; the other side faces tall buildings. At night its lighted windows remind me of a thousand night lights, sort of comforting.