So there was a whole lot that I couldn’t fit into the comic. Part of why I ended up moving to the carriage house is that I was trying to switch jobs and the lawyer landlady was a friend of a friend who agreed to let me stay there on a month to month basis. The day after the sailing incident, I actually called in sick to work and drove up to Albany for a job interview. Think work is awkward with a black eye, try convincing someone to hire you with one! I did get the job, but I didn’t end up taking it, mainly because the offer just wasn’t good enough. I guess pearls really do distract people from any other physical oddities.