The Soil

We are on American soil.  Not literally, but figuratively.  We are actually on carpeted hotel room floor, taking a short visit to our old stomping grounds, Minnesota.  Husbandman is working at his chosen profession, and I'm working on my project.  I'm not working on it literally, but kind of figuratively.  I'm sure I'll get into it soon.  I have the perfect work set up right now, so there's really no reason to not make progress today.

Big news:  Tomorrow I get to go to Word Savvy's school!  I'm really thrilled about this.

Yesterday we took a walk to see our old rental home. The neighborhood looked the same as it ever was.  We have fab memories of our sabbatical time in Minneapolis.  As #1 Son says, "Good year.  Good city."  High praise indeed.