Time Keeps on Ticking and Waits for No Man (or Woman)

Eh, well, the house is up for sale and we shall see what happens.  Things to consider: How will I live life if it sells?  How will I live life if it does not sell?  These kind of major life questions aren't part of every day thoughts, when just the typical daily living and its urgent demands rule most waking hours.  I need time to think.  There's just so much static right now.  

While I am living through the joys of selling a house, the Pirate Husband prepares Sixteen Tons for another journey.  He leaves Monday for ...well, to begin his trip to the Bahamas.  Great Loop - check!  Possibly the Panama Canal next year; but this year he will head east across Lake Erie, again through the Erie Canal, out through the Hudson River, down the Inter-coastal Atlantic Waterways, and off he goes.  Because a pirate's got to do what a pirate's got to do, and time and pirates wait for no man or woman. 

Tomorrow he will be home to collect clean laundry and to make sure the gift he bought me arrives safely...forecast says more snow than last year: