Booker is like Karl

Booker continues to eat alone upstairs.
Perhaps when the stone work is done, or the painting, or the roof, he will dine again downstairs with us.
Peace seems a little closer. Everything is fine. The windows are beautiful, the carpet is here, the chimney is classic and the porch is magical, even without hardware.
As August closes, who would believe, so much and so little can happen. Oh to rest.
To rest in a lovely happy home.
Good night.