I am going to start moving Menphina onto her own blog. You may find her on @menphinaalthyk :3

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I am going to start moving Menphina onto her own blog. You may find her on @menphinaalthyk :3
ATTENTION;;
This blog is now to be used as an A R C H I V E; a simple account to hold posts and the like under wrap until they are required to be looked upon again. The primary muse (Khemsa) has been moved to an entirely new blog under the URL flosavis. The Mun has done this purely for the fact that she would like to start off on a new, organized slate. Given that, she has moved her muse so the likeliness of losing said muse altogether is lowered. The Mun is likely to lurk here every now and again -- twice or so throughout the next few weeks, mostly to reblog this exact post as a note. If the Mun does not come online, there is a queue that will be set soon after this is published to schedule the times it will be queue’d to reblog as a backup.
You are free to follow the N E W blog. Not as though you are entitled to do so. It is your own choice, lovely. ◝( • ⌄ • ू )✩*॰ ✧
Moving on ... finally!
Moving day arrived with tropical rain - sheets, waves, torrents of rain - but our cheerful, hardy movers arrived on time, and steadily loaded the truck with box after box after box, working their way to furniture and beds and odds and ends.
My brother, William & family, treated us to a stay at my favorite hotel chain and I got to sleep until 4:30 a.m. when I had to go pick up Maggie the dog to begin our five-hour drive to our new home in my parents' (appropriately named) Odyssey. I was excited about the drive - solitude, open highway, three different audiobooks - because no one told me that the vehicle had no CD player. (Sigh).
Since I made good time I pulled over for a nap (the long, straight roads of the flatlands being sleep-inducing even when NOT sleep-deprived and exhausted. When I woke up, Maggie was in my lap. We made it to the mountain house ahead of the movers, and my heart was filled with joy, oh, with perfect joy.