Linn, it's a process, and it's different for everyone. Marking those moments by looking back help you deal with it but also hurts like hell. Good job with the squirrel access point.

I cleared the dining room table by putting stuff away after finding places to put some of it - in other words, I didn't want to just rearrange piles of stuff. It is looking better.

Of course, after several times declining my offer to take the futon up to her, my daughter texted today to ask if I still had it. Nope, and I don't have a way to transport it any more. The old Norwegian habit of making an offer three times has about run it's course (though I probably already did ask her three times, over the last year or more.) It wasn't the most streamlined futon, it had a huge footprint, so to speak, so it needs to go to a home where it will go into a bedroom, not join a bunch of other furniture like the room where she would put it. They'd kill themselves tripping over the back of that thing.

Freelance work tomorrow and Saturday. I've gotten things set up this evening, an extra memory card and battery, and now I'm off to bed. I've been reading The Hobbit a few minutes each night, sometimes more. I've read it how many times now, yet it still is interesting and fresh. They're in the barrels now, in the river. . .

SRS