Since the cable company won’t be here until Thursday sometime before noon, I am pirating some wifi from my neighbor. It’s sketchy at best, and keeps cutting out, so I cannot upload any pictures, nor do I have the bandwidth or emotional fortitude to write a post that yesterday- and how it all went down- deserves. I’ll have to open a fresh box of kleenex to do it. For now, know we are in Little House, and while it is in fact little- and sharing a bathroom is taking some adjustment- we are all well and we have been incredibly loved and taken care of, by many many people. And honestly, lest anyone think me incredibly shallow, it’s not losing the house that hurts so much; it’s losing what the house represented. And that’s why I cannot bear to go walk it’s empty, echoing rooms. It’s too fresh, too raw, and too new. So… onward and forward. I have me some boxes to unpack. OH BOY, do I have me some boxes… and come spring, I’m going to have one heck of a garage sale. Funny little things keep happening and I think, “Oh! I have to write about that!” and then I remember I have no internet. No phone. No TV. Borrowed airwaves only go so far. I’ve missed you guys! Thursday then… call it a date.