So maybe my 96+ year-old house is falling apart a bit. And my three year-old son might be helping it along. But it’s still standing…and it’s cozy and comfortable. After the busy week we’ve had I am quite content to bask in its glory, now that it’s been freshly-cleaned (courtesy of J, a thousand thanks). This is a major deviation from our initial plan, though. That would have had us rushing around all over town. First to attend my employer-sponsored children’s holiday party. That was to start promptly at 8am at the death star. And then on to catch part of the Free First Saturday line-up at the Walker Art Center. Instead I’m doubting if we’ll get out of our pajamas before noon. Ah, it’s good to be home.