For weeks I’ve been in this house with just him and the dog. The dog is good company, he likes to be in his basement working with wood. He’s quiet, I’m a talker. Gracie just goes along with whoever is willing to give her a treat. She is my best friend every day though at tea time. I never miss tea time because she comes and gets me wherever I am right around four o’clock. She’s smart like that. One would think that in going into my third week of being home that I would be making great strides at writing my blog posts. The truth is that although there is a lot I want to say, my mind is stuck. So here I am, no photo’s ready and more importantly wondering what will manage to get on this page. But it is time to start.