transient no more

After schlepping my personal belongings from one part of the city to another for the better part of a week, I finally reside in only one place. The house of boxes. Mess that it is, it is good to have it all under one roof.

When I came home tonight, I found both of the outside lights on my garage in working order. Some gracious neighbor apparently had the patience to unscrew the lamp with the dead bulb and replace it. How kind!