On Hold

When you buy a condo in a building that's like, a hundred years old, you basically know the.shit.is.old. So when you decide to bust open walls and take a look inside you hold your breath (and your pocketbook) and hope for the best. You also hope that the things that need to be done can be handled by your unit, and you do not need to knock on your neighbors doors. This, my friends, is not what has happened. Thankfully, we live in a building where others believe in doing things correctly, and we'll be back in the saddle next week.

Until then, I will try to be unaware that the farmers markets are bursting with all of the bounty of their harvests and we're totally missing apple and pumpkin season,
and go hiking with The Hound instead.