Hallelujahs

We were spared. No flooding. Just one spot near our dining table where water seeped under the floorboards, almost dry already. My mom's apartment was pristine, and the worst thing we faced when we opened the doors of our apartment was the smell of my daughter's soccer cleats, which she had just dumped in the center of her room, leaving them to bake in the damp humid hermetically sealed house all weekend. If you know soccer players, you know the odor that greeted us. Now the house reeks of Febreze, the fans are stirring up the air, and oh, it is good to be back safe and sound. Best of all, my girl is home from all her summer adventures. Gosh, we miss her silly self when she is gone!

I have so much work, people. And another tax audit coming up—once they find you, they freakin stalk you! But after our last audit in March, I'm calm as can be. No more terror of the unknown. I will be here, possibly blogging a little less than usual, surrounded by papers and receipts, trying to find financial equilibrium and keep the old folks accompanied and cared for. Unless I decide to upload pics from this weekend instead! Either way, please bear with me if I'm commenting a little less. I will still be visiting and reading and loving you madly. Oh yes, I will.