Home Sweet Home

It is Lag B’Omer. We had to decline all celebrations last night in favor of unpacking boxes. In any event, the Chag doesn’t hold the same appeal to me as it did when I was younger and had pyromanic leanings.

Last night and again this morning the stench of smoke was thick in the air.

So have done about 40% of our boxes and it’s a slow and steady process. Hopefully by week’s end we will have finished and settled in, so it feels like home.