Almost Human

Never did get back to the flea (as a seller, anyway).  The Fall was hijacked by an intransigent Congress, an intense work schedule, a new grandbaby who had to spend the first ten days of her life in ICU, and ... okay, by several pieces of wonderfulness (still sorting, still researching, some gone already).

So my husband is still working, though I've finally slowed down; my new girl is crying, pooping, and grinning as she should, thank God; and I may or may not be selling anything that isn't tied down on eBay soon.  Because though I'm feeling just about me again, I'm living in Fred Sanford's house.  And there's no flea market until April.

Sigh.