Well, we've been in our new house for a year. I guess I can quit calling it the 'new' house, now. I remember painting several rooms last October, and moving truckloads of stuff from our Guernsey residence the last weekend of October, when it was drizzling snow. I'm ashamed to say that I still have a room or two to paint, and that I have eight boxes left to unpack, but for the most part, we are all moved in and this feels very much like home. It did from the very start, really. And what a difference a house makes. To have a little bit of space in this vast state, carved out just for us, well, it feels like a cocoon. We are safe and warm and happy here, Brian and I and Happy and Little Bear.