I am, after all, still alive. Barely. I have a cold that may have leveled several medium sized cities in a previous life. But moving is done. Baptism is Saturday. Huge meal, none of which will taste right because I’m sick is today, including three pies.
This move and attending insanity may even rival BC’s.
Right now though, I’m going to go curl up on the couch and sneeze. More posts when I don’t feel like my sinuses are attempting a hostile takeover.