The front door of this house is thick wood, covered on each side with stamped metal. This occurred to me when I was putting on of my animal-on-a-couch prints in a magnetic frame, and:
The frame sticks. This means I can rotate door art! I am looking at this piece and that weird sunken hollow at the left hip... I'm unsure how I've overlooked it until now. This will give me the chance to live with things for a while.
Today, some noodles spent half an hour or so in my stomach, then decided they didn't care for it there. They left in a hurry. I'm hard-pressed to think of physical sensations more miserable than nausea.
If I can summon some strength, I'd like to work on setting the back porch up more. Until the treadmill is out, final decisions can't be made. The itch to buy a pretty, comfy rocking chair is strong.






















