Every time the phone rang my heart leapt, hoping that it was our realtor calling with good news. The call finally came in the early evening. Everything was wonderful. Our home was old, no doubt, but strong and sound.

Now we're going through the same process, 180 degrees around. We face the houseless future that will become much more solid, more real, more inevitable, with the completion of the inspection. We are ready to move on, certainly, but there's so much to do after this point. Furniture must find a new home. Boat unfriendly possessions must go the way of the garage sale. Good Omens must be made liveaboard ready. And we have to go to yoga.

This morning is yoga morning down at the little strip mall south of our house. Soon it will be yoga down at the little strip mall north of the boat, or south of where our home used to be. To yoga we go, south now, north soon.