|Mom had a thing about saving Kleenex boxes.|
Weeks of drama are now behind us, and I'm starting to draw a breath.
The Hoard is slowly finding it's way out of my house, back into the Peddler's Mall booth #329. A couple hours work tamed the mess inside the house and on the porch. We took a load to the flea market booth and made a bit more breathing room. There's much more that needs to go!
Something will need to be done about the studio, but not today.
There's been some interest in the little farm, not a serious offer, just a low-ball to see if I'm desperate. As much as I'd like to see the farm rented, it would have to be to people who can afford to keep the place up.
Dad is doing as well as can be expected. Dementia is a bitch, strokes make it worse.
The books are selling better now that I've switched from Smashwords to Draft 2 Digital. It's amazing the difference in just changing vendors.
I've got more mowing to do here at Jordan's Croft. The bush-hog is running VERY well.
Time to get back to it.