Oh, happy day

Alright, so I'm a prime example of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD.) The skies cleared and I felt much better. Our friends who operate a juice stand at the Sunday markets had fresh squeezed grapefruit juice and now I feel all better.

We will be moving down the street shortly, into our friends' house when they move to New Zealand. It's a nice three-bedroom with a lovely large verandah on twenty-five acres, a fish-stocked dam, orchard, chickens, and a roomy fenced dog run. We decided to take their Ridgeback, Lulu's sister and best friend, Asha. We will also inherit one of the cats to keep the mice at bay. It saves us $300 per month in rent and we don't have to pay any bond. Witness Friend has offered to let us borrow one of her dairy cows about to calve for fresh milk and has volunteered to teach me cheese-making. She will now be a next-door neighbor along with our retired nuclear physicist landlord who we must check on regularly.


Breakfast without orange juice is like a day without sunshine.

-- Anita Bryant for the Florida Citrus Commission