Phew. After a long, drawn-out process, we're finally established here in Marina. The highlight of the journey thus far has been the constant, ongoing "tweaking" of lifestyle and lodgings that always seems to occur after a move. For example, how many and where to place the air fresheners so as best to mask the nicotine smell that wafts constantly from the apartment below? How to best contact the phantom-of-a-landlord, noted for her absence, in order to get our lease agreement signed so we can get issued a key to our mailbox? What path to take in our neighborhood to walk the dog that has the least number of panic-inducing cats on it? Is said path free of seal corpses (true story)? The list goes on and on. Luckily, both Sheri and I have very little to do besides turn the screws, take naps, walk along the pier, shop for the occasional home-improvement item, and slowly fall in love with this sleepy little seaside town.