For me home is not where you hang your hat. I seldom wear hats. Home is where I bake bread. I made an Italian crusty bread this week. I didn't bake bread on the boat. Is this some indicator of my state of mind?
Cat The Cat is busy shredding the potted papyrus. I fear that it's doomed. He presented me with a dead shrew, also. He sallies forth into the dreaded weather and returns to curl up in various warm spots around the house. Such is his day,
Ben is now gone. We spent a week purging his extraneous paraphernalia. We spent more days purging my extraneous paraphernalia. We took 5 or 6 trips to the Goodwill donation center. I have yet to spend the time to purge the stuff I brought back from the boat. Much to do before I return. He starts work Monday.