I am hungry to write but finding it difficult. It is not so much a loss for words but too many thoughts. Flying at me fast, furious and erratic. I am back home and yet can't settle down and focus. Perhaps I need sleep.
The house is looking great. The neighbors want to cut down two trees that separate our properties. I'm a bit saddened but will agree to it later on this afternoon. They will be replace by fence panels for privacy.
I can let them go. I'm not staying to watch them grow.