Both Dr. Gooch and I felt that today was our day.
If not our day to lay claim to the farmhouse, then at least our day to let. it. go.
Not the case.
It was a day for stocking the pantry (hooray for canned organic diced tomatoes that rescue from a dinner pinch),
keeping the children occupied while archiving a whole year's worth of photos onto CD (a private war between my computer and me),
finding two fevers in two little girls, and
being annoyed at things that don't work in the rental (like the stove elements that refuse to light and the upstairs toilet paper holder that is two miles reach from the toilet seat so that I have to run upstairs to answer calls of, "Iiiiiii'm dooooooo-ooooone!!!!!!")
Today wasn't our day. But tomorrow might be.