Mortgage Blessing

This morning we headed up to our mortgage company to sign paperwork for the new terms of our mortgage. Incredibly, we're dropping not two percent but two and a quarter! "Merry Christmas," said our lender. No kidding!

Back home, Phil and I talked through the buildings we think we'll need for the next several decades, and talked through placement. I'm very pleased with what we came up with: it fits the land, it fits us, it's multi-purpose and practical. And we have settled on a site for our yurt, just down-slope from where we live now.

First priority: greenhouse, so we can start seedlings indoors (I can't think of a single surface that could hold seeds well in the space we have now!). And since onion seeds need to go in soon, and peppers within a month, we need to get busy.

In other news, after a week or so of absolute cheerful thoughts, I tasted a tiny bit of homemade butter. Within fifteen minutes, I grew really upset at Phil, and then started having downright depressing thoughts. Hmm. A connection? I'm hoping not.