My house is sold. There’s a new one to replace it when it’s built come October, with light and windows and woods and MY VERY OWN SUNROOM in which my future as a writer will blossom. No more stress (ha ha).

Until then, though, I’ll be homeless, living in the Rocky Mountains… so look for me in a cave with armpit and leg hair, snuggling with bears. I’ll have a pet porcupine and moose will pave my trail with fertilized greenery and currant clippings. (My parents actually have these in their backyard so it’s not too far-fetched a scene, except for–yes–the bodily hair.)

P: practical
Q: queen, of course
R: religious (about lots of things)