It is a far from quiet Sunday morning around here. The painters came! George has been planning to have the house painted for three years, and the paint has chipped and the gutters are rotten and need to come down. It is a big production, both work-wise and investment wise. Nothing is as valuable as real estate these days, and we are both very happy that the house is going to look so nice when they are finished.
In the meantime, Thunder is hiding. They are thumping against the walls and she is wondering if the end of the world is near. I am here, Thunder, never fear!
Have a great day.
