This isn’t the photo I wanted to post, but it is fabulous and it will suffice.
I wanted to post the photo of our totally empty main level here in the forest. I open a drawer and it echoes. I put down my hair brush and it echoes. It is just so weird.
I have but a very few days left of work. It is so difficult. I want to tell my young protege everything I have learned over the past decade or so. I can’t. How do I share all of that? We must keep in touch.
So, I push ahead. I fill time. I wait for floors to be done. I pack. I sort. I toss. I mourn and celebrate and wait.