Ack.

Finally returning to the daily routine of coffee, The Daily Show, and then as much writing as I can get finished in one stretch.  BLISS.

Well, between this entry and the last (as an actual record of daily life, this journal is doomed), we emptied out our rented stone farmhouse in a tiny town on the eastern edge of Wisconsin and moved everything into our very own (yes, we have a mortgage! We are grown-ups!) 1920's bungalow in a much larger town in Minnesota.  It is so good to be near family, in...