... find your brother.
The glint in Pan's eye says that if it wasn't so much trouble, he would make me regret disturbing him with my pesky camera. Happily for me, meting out such punishment is almost always more trouble than he cares to go to. It just chases all the sleepy out of a cat, you know?
(And how cool are my Sandra Boynton sheets, by the way? Yes, skiing bears, of course, doesn't everyone?)
I saw the condo today, for the penultimate before-closing visit, and it's looking good: new window, new door, they've painted the hall ... good stuff. Now I must go pack to the Bruins game. Maybe they'll play well, maybe.
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