I don’t have much to give you so I’ll give you the light outside my door ten minutes ago:
It’s a little bittersweet – D and I just had word that the landlord wants to have his property back, so we will have to move out at the end of February. Which means, aside from losing this little coach house, that we’ll be flathunting under time pressure.
But we will have one Christmas here. This is a place good for the little lights and tinsel and rich foods. We’ll have that.
And then the cold pre-spring move into somewhere utterly new.