My constant rearranging of furniture outside has spread like a disease to the inside as well. The house is a disaster with chairs in the middle of rooms and the like. This incurable illness has a habit of moving in an ebb and flow pattern, so we’re flowin’ at the mo. I can’t show you much yet, since I’m still figuring stuff out, but I can at least share that Bucky is on the move….
No, I didn’t even bother to make the bed…that’s how bad it is…what’s next? A dirty sink full of dishes? Maybe. What of it?
