which always makes me think of my grandfather who loved poems (I’m not sure of the source, but still remember it) —
One misty, moisty morning when cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man, clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
How do you do, and how do you do, and how do you do again.
There’s been some construction progress – some doors and most of the windows (all but the one for my studio) were delivered yesterday, along with a huge pile of insulation. Not sure how quickly they’ll get installed, but at least they finally came in. 🙂