I have a picker appointment later on with a guy who is on a mission with a flashlight to search the attic and basement, either of which is likely to have mr. snake hanging around, or at least his skin draped over one of the tiny windows. The attic is really cool with one sheetrocked room and a "secret" closet. The rafters are all visible and the itchy fiberglass insulation is hanging down kinda' like mr. snake's skin. But oh.my.lord. the view is fantabulous, particularly in fall and winter.
We could finally afford a movie rental so we watched um..I forget but it was hilarious and that's all that matters because lord knows laughter is the best medicine. Like
Gotta go start digging through the past again. It's fun to do, but pretty emotional. My goal here is not to move or anything, but to condense mounds of unused stuff to what I really want as a part of my life. A new beginning, if you will.