Sixty percent of the house is still barely navigable for all the boxes, and the kitchen still has a ways to go, but it's starting to feel like a place where I can cook.
Behind that lurks home.
The Big Push Begins
We finished reading Because of Winn-Dixie last night. In it there is a candy, the Littmus Lozenge, that tastes sweet and like sadness at the same time. People can't stop eating it.
I'm thinking about that candy today.
(Incidentally, if you haven't read Kate DiCamillo, read literally everything she's ever done. She has the rare stuff. Every one of her books is a Littmus Lozenge.)
