Happy, happy day!!! All the residents (not including us guests) of White House have been enslaved by a brutal regime, more vicious than the Spanish Inquisition, more demanding than a military work-out.  It is evil. And it is called the South Beach Diet.
Thinking that their summer had included too much debauchery, Emma, Kat, and Ben imposed upon themselves a diet free of alchohol, carbohydrates, and many other of life's most delightful culinary items. Since the moment we arrived, the house has been dark, sad and depressed, as though there were a cloud hanging permanently over it (which, considering we are in England, is not a far-fetched metaphor). But it was a place of short tempers and resentment for the very mention of carbs.

But yesterday, on the Day of Joy (a new holiday Casey and I are making official) the reign of darkness ended, and the three dieters allowed themselves toast, potatoes, and yes, a beer. The evening involved us sippuing beers in the garden as the sun set, dancing wildly in the kitchen while listening to The Macabees, and laughing uproarously over dinner before heading to watch a brilliantly obscene Welsh comedy called Twin Town (which Kat dubbed "the funniest Welsh movie ever"...meaning?...). Though we have been constantly happy and comfortable while at White House, tonight was wild: everyone was joyful beyond belief. In other words: fun!

Today, as well, was extremely fun, including a visit to the pub and an incredible dinner (there are far too many great cooks at White House). Other than this, the last few days have included endless hours of work (there is nothing more to describe about the warehouse...same old, same old). As for the stable, we have acquired sufficient tools and supplies for things to really get going: today we got all the vertical columns in place, set in concrete. Now construction can proceed! More tomorrow....then an exciting weekend...

This is starting to feel more comfortable...more like home.

I wish, more than anything, more than life...