My most sincere apologies 

for the non-update I performed today!  

The listing dilemma did NOT stem from computer issues or other technological mishaps but from the large leak/break in my main water line beneath my lush green lawn in the front yard.

Old Faithful has relocated, apparently.

RW is in Alaska on a fire so it’s been up to me to bandage the pipe wound (or at least find someone who can rip the old one out and install a new one–hardly as simple as it sounds…the ripping out part that is…) and I spent nearly the entire day phoning around, gathering quotes and bids for the fix-it job.  Then the lovely M arrived at my house so sister Toby Beth and I whipped up a couple of pizzas for dinner and now I’m just getting to work, in my lonesome old bed.

I really don’t know what to say.

Despite the good company, I feel defeated today.

Like Raggedy Jilly.

Yep.

I do.

A few ladies asked about Pinkerton the other day so I thought you’d enjoy this sequence of snapshots I took this afternoon between consultations with the very best excavation experts Pocatello has to offer:

…I wonder if he could squeeze his entire body in there?

Mister Pinkerton has discovered how to get up onto my work bench which is very sweet but it causes concern when it comes to the safety of his little tail since I nearly burned it off yesterday when he strolled up to my soldering bench unannounced.

Snuggly–ness duly noted.

I just made a pot of french press and when I went to make my coffee milky I realized we are out of milk.  The worst mornings include milk-less-ness.  Ask RW and he’ll tell you that I flip out when we’re out of milk in the morning — it’s like a horrible omen of sorts. 

Pish posh.