It has been a rough month. My house burned down and is nothing but a pile of ash. The water and electricity to the barn are still connected; I'm sleeping in the barn sharing an old sofa with the barn-cats. The dilapidated outhouse is repaired and usable again. I got the barn-frig stocked with cold beer and frozen meals, and I use the barbecue pit as my stove. Everything else I will figure out as I go along.
Mom, don't come, there is no need for you to worry -- I'll survive until the house is rebuilt.