Thank Goodness For Nosy Neighbors

You know, there's something about a neighbor who pokes his head out of his front window to ask if everything's ok when you're packing up your (empty) dog kennels into the back of a truck.  Some people might think that's nosy, but to me it's like being accepted into the building's "family".  It sounds strange, but you know, it feels like this is where I belong to know that I have people around me who give a shit enough to do something so simple, you know?  Anyway, Jason, if you're reading this (I know you googled "Ephemily".  It's possible.) thanks.  Best welcoming committee ever.