Compare and Contrast

I was counting sets of deer tracks in the freshly fallen snow this morning, while taking Finn on his morning walk. Much nicer than counting folding chairs and traffic cones sitting in freshly shoveled parking spaces.

It's been just about a year (as of the 19th) since we closed on the new house, and I still have no regrets* for having fled Meninostan.

Imagine that.

* as is plainly evident by my daily Kim du Toit-style Happy Dance out in the front yard, which none of my new neighbors seem to mind all that much.