Well, there we go.

I think we found a place. Mr. Abby and Super Realtor have been trudging the past couple of days, and I got presented with two tonight. One will do, and so tomorrow will bring paperwork.

Alas, it's not a small cabin with a loft and an outhouse and kerosene lamps, ten miles from the nearest neighbor up a road impassable seven months of the year, but I think it'll do.

There is a pool (which, somehow, became a priority during the search), and a park with a nice running trail directly next door.

And a real water heater. And no sign of rats. And the windows don't have bars.

I think I'm about to have to give up the laptop again so someone can "arrange financing," but I'll try to get back to y'all later with a little look at events in the Big Old World.