Palpable apprehension becomes tentative joy
It's the age-old moving story, from our old place to our new place:


No, I didn't age tremendously and then en-young-en. That's my dad with Silas in the top pic. Thanks to everyone who helped out! Life--and yes, even blogging--should return to normal soon. Sam is the only one who will miss all the boxes. (Note his contented box-tower perching in the first picture.)




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