Ages and Ages and Ages

That's how long it's been. I was buying a house, a terrible protracted process that much like childbearing I would recommend to absolutely no one excepting masochists.

I'm in. As in it's mine, I own it, when the basement floods I'm the one standing there with a camping pot in my hand bailing, literally bailing, dirty ground water into the utility sink. Dog bless our humble home.

Because I am crazy and a bad Buddhist, however, I am as yet unsatisfied. With stuff. With my heart. It's very likely that I never will be. How spoiled I am!