I talk a lot of trash about the house but it’s really amazing. Yes, I have to get out in the yard and start battling fifty years’ worth of English ivy and wisteria. Yes, the bathrooms are squalid holes. Yes, we have a huge snake in the house and we have no idea what flavor of venomous it might be. Yes, we only have a pool in the technical sense. And yes, the previous owners loved yellow so much they used it in every room (except the master bedroom, which was the color of murder. Go figure.).
Although… right now I’m at my computer. I’m supposed to be editing some public policy dross on childhood obesity, but I’m watching the squirrels play in the Japanese maple, four feet and a window away.
This is great.