
3 weeks. 21 days. 504 hours. I had to go back and count the weeks on the calendar. It feels so much longer than that. Granted, we’ve not lived with any sense of order or rhythm. I haven’t woken to … Continue reading
3 weeks. 21 days. 504 hours. I had to go back and count the weeks on the calendar. It feels so much longer than that. Granted, we’ve not lived with any sense of order or rhythm. I haven’t woken to … Continue reading
We’ve been tracking the weather report for the past few days hoping for clear skies and cool temps, a perfect environment for cleaning out the make-shift storage area under our house. In no time, Tim managed to pull out all sorts of containers … Continue reading