I know, I know, it's not that life giving... and yet it really is. Having a place of my own--to sit and read and writ
e and well, maybe even start a hobby some day--is quite a thrill. It used to be Della's room, but now it's my office. She's upstairs with broth
er on the third floor. With the second floor bathroom redone (thank you God) we just feel l
ike a whole new family. It's like a breath of fresh air. And now I feel like I have a place to think. Now if I only could find the time... O well, it'll come. Maybe you'll see an occasional blog post here now, not that anyone checks anymore (see, I can always make a little time to be passive aggressive).
e and well, maybe even start a hobby some day--is quite a thrill. It used to be Della's room, but now it's my office. She's upstairs with broth
er on the third floor. With the second floor bathroom redone (thank you God) we just feel l
ike a whole new family. It's like a breath of fresh air. And now I feel like I have a place to think. Now if I only could find the time... O well, it'll come. Maybe you'll see an occasional blog post here now, not that anyone checks anymore (see, I can always make a little time to be passive aggressive).
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