Life goes on.

So it's been a few days since our little beagle left us. I have moments of clarity when I know it's for the best, and I actually feel okay. Then it's like "fuck it, I miss her, why can't she be here, happy, healthy and chewing on things like she used to. I feed the chooks everyday and water Girlies tree, and chat to her. It's all a bit sad, really.

But life goes on. Our other beagle Toto was awake the other night crying, panting and acting in an agitated state. I just wonder does she realise her sister is gone. Not that they really were together in the end. Old age and general crankiness had set in between them so we kept them apart mostly. They did, however lay together in the sun most days.

Right, the house. Or the faceless house. We are really moving forward and getting oh so excited. We have decided on the floor plan, our guy will be plotting the windows and french doors this week, then the walls will go in. All on computer of course. With a push of a button amazing things happen. A wall is removed, the shape of a room is changed, computers have made things so much easier. Our guy still works on a drafting board, which I kinda like. Old school if you will.

I really like him. He knows what he is doing and I am confident we are headed in the right direction. The hubbster brings home the printed plan and studies it for hours. I need to find a builder. We want the frame up by the end of winter. Time is ticking away.