Sorry Bubba.

But seriously. It's an idea I've had for a while. When the time was right and we were in the right place and feeling settled, it was time to make it official. Permanent.

And I feel like I'm finally there. So I went ahead and bought myself the best present I've gotten in a while. It's so amazing and I can't stop smiling when I look at it.

It's our house! WIth E's door! With our stupid bushes that I spent hours hacking back so they weren't overtaking the front windows anymore. This is where we live and where our children will grow up! This is our home.

I can't wait to hang it up.

We’ve been here for a while. 43 days to be exact, and we’re not going anywhere soon. We know we have at least two more months of this, but ask the Actuary how confident she is that this will be over then. Part of my actual job is to study pandemics. We’ve been doing this since before it was cool. Ask me about what happened in the fall of the 1918 flu.

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It's Going to Be a Long Day

Sometimes I feel like a canary. Desperately trying to sound the alarm that the house is on fire while everyone else calmly sips their tea. The truth actually lies somewhere in the middle. A lot of times I’m overreacting to a non problem, and occasionally other people are a bit slow to see a problem that is clear to me.

So on a recent Saturday when I was panicking that the house was about to blow up, Tom wasn’t sure how to react. I was smelling gas in the basement, and desperately trying to convince myself that something had just died down there instead. But I didn’t, I smelled gas.

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