I have so much to tell you.

I mean, I don’t, exactly, except that in the last ten days or so, we packed all our belongings, moved, hired a painter who then painted my office, found an arborist and had them come to the house to give advice on trees to remove in the yard, had an electrician come in to fix a bunch of reverse polarity outlets, had Christmas, found out from the neighbors that the woman who owned this house before the last woman used to walk her cats on leashes, did not have internet set up, learned how to use our wood stove, painted our bedroom (you can ask me about my cutting-in technique any time), still did not have internet set up, called my dad in a panic because the wood stove was pouring smoke into the living room (the cold air in the chimney was blocking things), called my dad in a panic because we didn’t think the washer was properly hooked up (not true! it just spends like three minutes jiggling and “sensing” before actually washing anything), still did not have internet, and I sanded down and re-oiled our butcher block counter and table. We finally have internet set up.

Here’s a picture of Cashew looking out the window at squirrels:

Here’s a picture of my desk, note how I flipped over the cutting mat so the black side is facing up.

Here’s a picture of the doodles that I draw while on conference calls that make me worried that I might be a sociopath:

Kinda, right?