I am lying in my bed looking around at my new room. It’s so quiet. Normally nightclubs and Harley Davidsons would be shaking my windows. No one lives below me or next to me or on top of me.

I have the nicest backyard in Arizona. This is the kind of lawn men dream of. So green, it hurts your eyes. I want to roll around in it. That, and there are a few leaves I might even get to rake up.

But I have no lawn mower or refrigerator. I don’t have a washer and dryer now that I think about it.

This whole house-buying experience has worn me out. The whole past month has been an endless trail of paperwork and phone calls. I am so glad it is finally done. I don’t have to do any more research.

Last night was a lot of work getting all the junk over here. A year ago, I would’ve been disgusted by all the boxes full of stuff. But, you need plates, electric cords, and a broom. It might look like clutter, but it’s just the stuff you need to maintain something more than your bed.

I am so tired right now, I am going to end this before…