Progress. I Am Making Progress.

Tonight I sit in a less messy room. I hired Youngest Son to help me move the heavy stuff from the loft. So far, we have moved a counter top and the two cupboards it rests on, eight drawers full of art supplies, several of those stacking plastic drawer things and my alphabetized Scrabble letters and rubberstamps.

The loft has suddenly turned frighteningly cold. It still has two 'kitchen' tables that need a new place to go, two large bookcases that are filled to overflowing, one small bookcase with hundreds of my favorite magazines and a shiny pink dresser full of a lifetime's worth of snapshots.

Hopefully by tomorrow I will be done. I had planned to have my Three-Year-Old friend spend the day with me, but I'm so far behind I couldn't do it.

Once it is emptied out, I will have to roll up one rug and roll down another. The 'another' rug is bunched up in tiny room where Oldest Son and his broken leg are staying. I'm sure he will appreciate having it moved. Then comes the fun part - moving real furniture back into the loft. I can almost see an end in sight. Almost.

And, I did all this with a fever and flu-like symptoms. I also made dinner for five.

I even found time to read. A bit of Edith Schaeffer's "A Way of Seeing" and Belva Plains' "Whispers".

My dog is doing well. Well enough to dig through the trash while my back was turned. She did her 'on the back happy dance' in the snow.

At one point during my day, it felt like the old days. All three of my children were here. I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. There were piles of art supplies, sewing stuff and books all over the place. Oh wait. It's ALWA YS like that here.

I might have to change the name of my blog from "Anybody Home" to "Anybody Gone?"

See, I am TO boring!