Languorous and slow, today has been an endless preamble to god knows whatever is coming tomorrow --
Will I be living in a Turner for the next 48 hours?
At least the closing on our new (very old, nearly waterside) house is Wednesday, instead of a couple of weeks ago on the 15th, as originally planned. I just hope it makes it through unscathed! It's survived 230 years in one piece, and hopefully it will continue to do so.