Much like the temporary mailbox we put up to keep the mail off the floors while they were being refinished, I am in a state of flux. My stuff is in the garage, in piles in a few rooms, and I am living out of a suitcase at Daniel's (thank you, Daniel). It was decided that cats and an active remodel don't mix. Not to mention the shower isn't working yet. Nor is there hot water. Picky, picky, picky. That's me.
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