My Bad

I guess the project wasn't being stonewalled after all. Hubs had a stretched to his limits day on Monday and I read it as the mind-your-own-business thing which his father taught him so well. There was much discussion of his father's stonewalling techniques at the funeral. When that man built a wall, there was no getting past it, whether it made sense, or not. By the end, stone walls were close to all he had.

The next question is, when do we leave? This morning remains possible, but clarity has yet to arrive. I sit on the urban homestead patio, listening to the drizzling rain, feeling the post-election mania in the air and ponder. What next?