An interesting observation about my brain today--it is very much a creature of habit.  I was working on singles of something I always make in pairs, and I was profoundly uneasy the whole time, and couldn't say why.  It made sense when I figured it out---I wasn't having to leave the trail of breadcrumbs that I usually do to make sure two pieces match.  I do little tricks of lining up two dots of a three dot flower with the long side of the piece, for instance.
 It's a lot like finding a place for the first time, it always takes longer to get there than to get back, except in this case I wasn't coming back. It was surprising that it was that noticeable though.

About moving to town.  We're not really "in town", but we're inside city limits. Sort of like an invisible fence.

One thing I hadn't expected, more varmints, and they're not afraid of humans. We've seen fox, coon, possums,  quite a few deer, and what seems like hundreds of rabbits.  There do seem to be fewer rabbits as the summer goes on, thankfully.
I keep the chickens locked up tight once it gets dark, don't want a coon getting in their little coop and killing them all off.

It is quieter at night, away from the interstate, and I like that.  I can lie awake and only hear the occasional vehicle, usually a truck headed south, and wonder where they're going and why.  Before, there was no question where they were going--either east or west, and all at 75 miles an hour.