Progress Report

We are in flux.  I'm offering a quick update on Dexter.  He is big.  In fact, the boys are delighted as I call him a "big galoot" ("galute" is also an accepted spelling) and they think I have made up this word.  Dexter, in his current state, could inspire the creation of the word "galoot."  He lumbers and lopes (when he is not running and leaping) and often bumps into things.  He is ten months and Bill keeps saying, "I think he's finished growing," but his feet still seem too large for his (big) body and his ears are overly floppy, often backwards as a result of exuberance.  I used to hold him while I worked and he doesn't seem to realize that he's rather outgrown this.  He drapes himself across my lap and rests his chin on my desk.   Remember, he was the runt.  I adore him.  He is soulful and I feel sure that he will be a noble beast.  Currently, in flux.

The chairs are back, but I have ordered a round table and now it needs a cloth.  Flux.

I've made progress on the hallway, but still have about half of this stretch to finish.  Flux.

And I am adding lamps here and there, though there is still a cavernous dark spot in the back of the living room.  Every time we entertain I drag lamps from the bedroom in there and think, "By the next dinner...."  These are for the hall and await their shades.  Flux.