This townhouse is about the same size as the last apartment, though quite a bit of the space (about a third bedroom's worth) is actually taken up by bathrooms number 2 and 1/2. Thus, less storage space. We have effectively one bedroom, one stuffed to the gills storage room, a living room, dining area, and kitchen. With a total of five sinks. Swine flu be damned!
San Antonio itself is a nice spot. We have spent quite a bit of money while here, purchasing new mattress and box spring as well as a candy apple red, front loading washing machine. "Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go)" we call it, after the Garbage song. It's quiet while running, it does not use a lot of water, and it sings when its done with a load. I love this washing machine. Though not in the way that dare not speak its name.
Posting pics of a washing machine. I suppose this means I am now officially a weirdo. (Any weirdness before was apparently unofficial.)
The Cody Branch of the Public Library service (our closest library) is about a third of the size of the Worcester Public Library, and yet it has three times the better selection. Even has quite a few Subterranean Press copies in its modest sf section. Of the adult fiction side, the mystery section is the largest (nice!) seconded by the mainstream fiction (which includes "mainstream" mystery/thriller writers, go figure), and their interlibrary loan policy is pretty spiffy (a couple of reserves have actually arrived, my email tells me). It's nice to have a quality library around. And this one has a delightful sense of humor, with faux horror movie posters set in the library itself and kewl T-shirts. Compared the libre wasteland that was WPL, Cody is the Greatest Library Evar!
Been reading quite a bit while here. Writing too. We now have cable, and when the TV is on for something other than DVDs (seldomly, actually) it is on TCM. When the TV actually arrived on the 10th of June, the first movie I discovered playing was The Lady Eve. I take that to be a good sign! We might keep cable. Or we might not.