I think I’m going to look at real estate listings differently. I want to buy a sewing room house that has room for living space included. I need to call FEMA and see if they have a disaster assessment team available to check out my sewing room. Maybe I can get govt assistant. My husband was vacuuming yesterday. He opened the door to the sewing room so he could vacuum. I heard him mumble something and shut the door. He doesn’t know that I’m considering putting a sewing machine up on the dining room table. Ok, organization has never been my strong point, but I’ve hit a new low. I’m almost to the end. I’m not used to moving this fast. I’m the tortoise not the hare.