The past few weeks have been a fury of activity for BTG and me. What with signing the papers on our new country home and beginning all the necessary improvements, I haven’t had much time for myself. Really. You should see my nails, they are in desperate need of attention.
What stirs me through all of the tireless renovations are the images of our future days in bucolic paradise, those which appear with every languid close of my eyes or during those last flickering moments of consciousness before slumber. In them, I’m adorned in full rural regalia with all the trimmings.
Alternative forms of transportation are mandatory.