We have been moving around so much it doesn't feel real. It seems like we should be packing everything up & going to the next place. Instead, we are slowly starting to unpack & make a little home. There are deer in the backyard. Spike has decided not to chase them. We sleep with the windows open. We only have candles...no lamps in the main room. Trees, trees & trees everywhere. Screened in porch where we have coffee & tea in the morning. Just started Capote's "In Cold Blood" I have no idea what happens next.