We have, of necessity, been gone a lot of the time. The last time we were both gone all day we came home to a big mess. Rex had demolished a role of paper towels all over the house. He can reach the counter and I have always thought this was a bad thing, especially when one is cooling cookies. I don't blame him for being angry, stuck inside all day with only a bone and a few toys and of course food and water. A dog gets bored dontchaknow.

Ted is extremely ill. It is liver plus probably the cyst on his brain. He has an MRI Wednesday and we should know
more. My brain feels like it is filled with peanut butter.
This move looms over us in about three weeks and with Ted sick, it is a burden but he needs to be close to the hospital and we need to be near my children.

We will hire the furniture moved but twenty years accumulation is daunting. I am packing all that I can every day. I am also trying to figure out furniture placement in two huge rooms with only pillars between them.
I need more walls! I need a husband who is well even worse.

There is virtually no yard to mow, just raised beds in the back yard off the porch. This is a good thing. The front of the house is so plain that I have already planted a window box to put up under the dining room window. I did tell you the brick was pink so I used pink geraniums and ivy in a white window box. Fortunately, Ted liked the house so well that he didn't mind the pink brick.