Changes

Woodchuck Acres was supposed to be our final home.

Growing old together on our two acres of rocks and weeds, living the good life in the country, embracing our twilight years in the serenity of rural Chenango County and all of that bullcrap.

Which doesn't really explain why I found myself in early February driving around southern Indiana with a realtor.

Let's just say Life Changes.

So, here we are well within spittin' distance of Social Security, about to leave this:

For this:

We've got some work ahead of us!