In Between

The office is almost done. The bedroom is half unpacked. We have a fridge, but I need to go and remove all the protective plastic from everywhere. Village Inn will be disappointed. They quite counted us as breakfast regulars by now. (I don’t have milk for my coffee and if I drink it black, the acid tears up my stomach.)

The cats are still locked up. Will be dealing with them momentarily, after I set up the boxes. Havelock is sure there’s been some terrible mistake and keeps trying to explain....