So, second night in our house (which was nice!), and I already feel weird when I come back to the flat to get things - like it’s not my home anymore, but a foreign place I sometimes hang out in. Weird :o)
Taking two minutes to say hello and drop news. Kitchen’s almost done, next step is making the living room look less like an abandoned place with half-painted walls and ceiling, filthy sandy plastic sheet on the floor and mess all over (and maybe set up the TV - let’s dream big!); step after that is having an actual study with an actual desk the Best Beloved can grade papers and prepare lessons on (/at?).
Also, the house (which needs a nickname or something, preferably something non-horror filmy) is getting Internet some time the week after next; until then I won’t be able to do much except post and run. I’m missing you folks :-/