It feels empty, inside and out. Our delay here is prolonged, and we’re no longer sure of our final destination. We managed to shove most of the boxes into the spare room, which looks like a warehouse. But as always, the show must go on.
Here is my ginger growing, night and day.
Some night scenes.
Flowers and Skullies both seem a little down today.
The warehouse room, with E’s desk shoved in the corner.
My heart just isn’t in this, but we mustn’t lose hope. All will sort itself out in time. L’chaim.