The truck went into the shop after another blasted issue.
This makes it a little complicated in our home,
where four of us go in different directions daily with only one car available.
Good thing we have a few motorcycles.
Later that evening, while the boys and Lottie had a church activity
(with the truck),
Jane, Christian, and I took the motorcycles to a new property we
are falling in love with. It's beautiful and in the middle of nowhere,
and we can finally get Angus back and have space.
I want to live somewhere where I don't need to put on any window coverings.
That's basically a nice way of saying:
I don't want neighbors.
The fireflies are the most magical I've ever seen, and I think it's
because they are so bright and plentiful in the country.
It's where I belong.
