Who am I to spit against the wind
I woke this morning at 3:45 – the joy of now trying to scramble the details together. Last night, after I was already in bed I received an offer on the house, less than 24 hours before the Open House today. I was able to read the Sunday New York Times that for the first time arrived early enough to do so since Tin came. Before dawn I had a conversation with the bayou and…