65 hours and counting...

Until my plane leaves Minneapolis and I'm on my way home.


The work is progressing nicely, tomorrow the truck arrives, Friday I head to Minneapolis.  It's almost over, I can do it.


There is another reason to want to be back in my Treehouse, a hope.


For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Judy Garland


Peace to you and yours.