First, a passing musing: I am often fascinated by the new meanings typos give things, or, if not typos, my own misreading of things. Sometimes it seems I am alone in this; am I?
The HouseBuying continues to move at a pace but not apace. The USDA going on sudden retreat (not running away, the other sort) has delayed us an indefinite time around but not certainly 2 weeks.
This past Saturday, T. and I went to the Cortland Arts and Wine Festival (and got an estimate on the giraffe carpet, also in Cortland(*))… loads of fun, as it always is. Drank lots and lots of wine, bought a little, giggled a lot(**).
I don’t actually know what we’re doing this weekend. Perhaps garage/freesale-ing. Writing, I’m sure. Rest. Rest would be nice.
(*) About an hour north and east of our apartment.
(**) I giggled. T. does not giggle.
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