And so it goes...

The emptying happened. Everything packed up and in the basement, and ready to go.

Well almost. Some things left behind so the house can be shown. And hopefully sold quickly. Some stuff will not come with me. I need less. I want less. And certain things don’t fit to a round house.

And then, a few threads and scraps and tools and bits of paper…in a picnic basket. Portable. Not much, but a comfort. Here by my side in the last few days here.

We seem like ghosts here now. Where are we?

He loses eyebrow whiskers when he is stressed. They grow back.

We’ll be ok.

It’s cold and I am a bit confused and I think it will take me a while to resume what I do here on the internet. But who knows? I will be checking in.

❤️