Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Old and New

Our old house is for sale, barely a year-and-a-half after we sold it. I wonder what happened. I peeked the realtor.com pictures and it looks mostly the same with some questionable colors on the walls. If I had a few hundred extra K lying around, I would want to buy it up and engineer a huge fight with Big A. I miss the river nearly everyday...

My planner has so many empty pages that I went ahead and ordered a new one; Nu helped me pick one out. Might as well start 2019 with things already in place.

It's been a couple of days, but miss this face across from me at the table, the desk, the library... brainstorming and editing his essay with me. That never gets old, apparently.



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