After an assessment of our priorities, the second floor comes in as an absolute negative. More debt, more stress, more more. We won't do it, for better or worse. We do have a few other things to concentrate on, so we should be okay on being occupied (!!)
The boys are down at the same time again, thanking the goddess of napping is in order. This morning I read an article in Bicycling (Jan/Feb issue, p. 56) about America's broken traffic laws, and it made me feel desperate about any of us going onto the road to ride. Our friend lost his mother on Friday, and we grieve for him. I don't think I have anything appropriate to say about death. Every time Death strikes, I wish many years had already passed so that the hurt won't be as fresh for the person. Like I said, it's not appropriate to say it. Maybe the only thing to say is factual: that birth and death happen-- sometimes in close proximity. That's certainly not comforting or wise. Just dumb. See? Nothing worthy to say, except we are deeply, deeply sad.
I have heard the news of two new babies in our life, and am waiting to hear of another. Did you see the new slideshow option? I love this thing, it's a neat new feature. Well, they're all new to me, but apparently it's new to the blog too.
So. No second floor. No office/study/guest room for us and no bigger living room. No second bathroom. Oh well. Maybe next, next year. Or maybe not.
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