Aftermath

As I start this post, I wonder how many hundreds of thousands of bloggers are at this moment saying, "I'm sorry for not posting in a while." Prisoners of an ever-expanding collective societal guilt? It smells like a thesis to me.

In the meantime, we are still dealing with the aftermath of the fire. I always think I'm o.k. but am getting bogged down by the details. I keep remembering more things that were in the fire space. The best news of remembered items was that I had a 10 foot square dog painting (that I really like) rolled up in a giant PVC shipping tube (constructed from drain pipe). The tube melted and bent but the painting was fine. O frabjous joy!