Home at last

Friends, our move is complete. We are mostly unpacked.


And Charlie the Dog is exhausted.

But oh! We love our new place! It's everything we wanted. Henry has declared that he wants to live here for the rest of his life. I'm not going to hold him to that, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Right now Henry is home sick with a swollen eye and a sore throat, listening to a "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" audiobook on my computer. Typing while listening to his audiobook with him is more challenging than it sounds. Turns out I can't listen and think at the same time. I'd give him my headphones, but I can't find my headphones. I'm sure they're around here somewhere. And at some point I will get up to look for them.