I love my new shop.

I loved my old shop. For a while, anyway. I can see myself here for a long time; the Lord willing and the creek don't rise! I am not yet hairless and nail-less but, I am sleeping better. I was having identity issues all day yesterday. One minute I am super-unpacker, the next minute I am chief construction decision maker, the next minute I am opening day hostess, the next I am professional shopkeeper with clients at the door, and last, but not least, I am (more flies with honey, more flies with honey) AT&T cage rattle-er. The rep switched my phone line to the wrong building, told me I needed to call a private pro to have my line 'strung' to my building, and left. big sigh. It's straightened out now, my phone rings, has rung all day.

Prom season is upon us.