Camp Borepatch is officially on the market now. I sort of ache a lot, but have to say that the place really shines. It's been a good refuge from the World these last few years.
But #1 Son has ridden off on his motorcycle, and #2 Son moves out at the end of the month. It's too much house for me, and I need to move to the DC area anyway.
It's odd how you take everyday things for granted: I couldn't muster enough of a damn to make this place sparkle, a couple years back. With the pressure of getting it listed to sell, I put in the 4 1/2 month effort to do it. Now it's done and I find that I quite like it when it shines.
There's no doubt a moral in that somewhere ...