anxious and troubled about a few things. First of all, holding down the fort when we're between forts. Our time was up at our temporary house - and not a moment too soon* - two weeks ago. Not having found the right place at the right price, we are currently split between two places. My commute is getting to be a bit taxing, though I must admit I was spoiled by all the years of having a 7 minute drive
I guess I am still more of a homemaker than I thought, since I feel a bit at loose ends without my own space to 'make.' But I do find enough "Martha-ish" things to do in the course of a day. And managed to find the time to write something about Ss. Martha and Mary, which I was so tempted to subtitle, Yes, We Could Clog a Dyson!
*it was the random gunshots that really wore our nerves thin. That and the crackhead who lived in the basement. Though the dog never quite was acclimated and went into a real funk when the daily fireworks began as soon as the whether warmed up. Everyday was the Fourth of July in that neighborhood. And July 4th itself was like a war zone.
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