I've not said anything about our new home, which we moved into in February. We're still getting settled -- 10 years in the last place was the longest I'd lived anywhere in my life, so moving, particularly in between snowstorms, was a challenge at many levels. But it's beginning to have that feel of "home" for me as I nudge myself to go sit in the front room to drink my tea and read, rather than hunkering here at my work table in the bedroom in the back.

The 2 bedroom flat itself is a bit rough in spots, and we're still finding places to put things away, but it's getting to be cozy. I like the relative quiet of our one-block, one-way street, compared to the busy two-way street we lived on before. The back porch is a generous size, and our dog, Mac, is very fond of it. He goes up to the back door, sits, and makes the most pitiful sounds until he is let out. Even in rain or cold, he needs at least a brief visit to survey his domain!