I am not moving. I had sorted and packed most of my studio, thrown out or recycled an amazing amount of stuff, then signed a lease with my present landlord. So, what happened? My deal fell through. After four days of hearing nothing I was asked to make the offer a little better, but no counter offer was made. We added a thousand dollars. On the fifth day, deadline day, we were told we had a deal, went into the office to make application to the co-op, and were told no deal. The apartment has been on the market since last October, they haven't been paying their monthly assessment, but no go. There was an additional bit of nonsense looking at other apartments, but I came away with nothing.

I am slowly unpacking or putting the boxes away. I will keep looking, go to New York for three weeks next month and Chicago in October. Maybe I can think of other ways to stay away from here. Someone suggested I look for a place in New York. It's a tempting thought.

I took a break from my unpacking yesterday and spent the day working on another iteration of my tunnel book. I've got it all printed and all of the pieces that get folded are scored. Next comes the glueing and cutting out the centers. Pictures soon.