No, this time it isn’t from looking at handsome photos of my husband (which have disappeared … temporarily, I hope.) Rather, it is from the stress and strain of upgrading Gigglefern’s underpinnings. The good news is that it worked. Sort of. I have lots of work to do but at least it isn’t generic anymore. And the power is on. And I think Steve will get home. I checked out the mudslide reported by a neighbor. A new neighbor. Really … it’s just an itty bitty slide. But don’t let me tempt fate … there’s more rain in the forecast and you just never know. Especially the way my luck has been lately …