The family is slowly recovering from their depression at being home (except Colleen, she was delighted to be home). We were met with a leak in the kitchen that Andrew prepared us for (kind of). We now have a huge hole in the ceiling and a bucket. I am already looking at paint colors! Art says not to get my hopes up--repainting is definitely a winter job. I'm thinking about a melon color.
We are now trying to gently move our minds toward school. Andrew is due back on the 16th. Time sure does fly.