It just occured to me that I've been living in this house (well, OK, in this trailer) for just about exactly one year now. Which is actually kind of a depressing thought, as I look around the room and take note of the fact that it's pretty much full of still-packed boxes and various random stuff that I never did figure out what to do with. And I've still only got about a quarter of the skirting on, and I never did get around to doing something permanent about that hole in the roof where the second cooler used to be, or to putting screens on the windows that don't have any... And yet, I've already had to replace the water heater, the door to the water heater compartment, the kitchen faucet, and the swamp cooler motor. Oh, and speaking of the swamp cooler, I really need to get that thing set up and running, because it's getting pretty darned hot in here. Which is, in fact, the very thing that reminded me I've been here a year, since it felt just like this when I first moved in.

Ah, the joys of home ownership. Sigh.