We fired up the wood stove again last night - its been collecting dust since last Winter. Made something like Thanksgiving dinner (for Easter), which I guess makes sense as we live on the bottom of the world now. And everything, including seasons, is pretty backwards here. Even a seemingly relaxing activity requires patience and restraint. 

As of today we have officially been here two years and four months to the day (not that I'm counting...) and man have we got stories. I think we could write a book at this point. Lately the title of said book wavers between:

Hey, it could be worse

and

What were we thinking?

But again, at least we keep it interesting.