I’m in Oregon, visiting relatives. We’re staying at my Uncle Nate’s place, which is an old farmhouse he’s (slowly) restoring. The room I’m sleeping in has this nifty keen built-in bed, which I love. And, despite it being on the second floor with sloping roofs, I don’t feel claustrophobic. It’s lovely.
Anyway, we’ve got more family to visit, including a sister of Mom’s we haven’t met yet, so I’d better get going.