My Back Yard

I wake up in the morning, and I don't know where I am. Then it hits me: I am in the new house. OUR new house. This is MY back porch. How weird!!!

Here Husband Dear recoups after the Museum project push, and Babcia Irena reads something or other.

On MY back porch.

I hope I can get used to it, because I can't be questioning my new reality and taking on all that I'll be taking on this school year...