Freedom. It tastes like... bacon.
I'm typing this on a borrowed laptop, down at the farm, trying out our new internet connection from Verizon (also known as the only company that has service in this god-forsaken - but pretty! - wilderness). We're in full-on packing mode, with help from
Yes, I know, we're totally spoiled. I'm well aware of that, and also of how lucky we are to be able to retire and choose to not have full-time jobs. Don't hate us. I'm still being just as loopy as ever, with added panic attacks - don't you feel better now?
:)
But my big piece of news - my apprentice,
I'z happy. Feeling a bit like I'm in the middle of a whirlwind, but happy.