Week six of the house sale hostage crisis and we’re still in Arlington, trying to get the condo from hell ready for sale.

With apologies to W.C. Fields, on the whole, I’d rather be home in the mountains, enjoying the cool, crisp mountain air. Maybe out photographing fall, as my friend Fred First is doing over at Fragments from Floyd. He’s getting all the good fall color shots. I’m getting blisters from loading yet another box into the SUV for transport from the condo to the storage unit.

Soon, perhaps, the nightmare will end. Soon, perhaps, we will point the Liberty south and head back to the mountains.

Soon. Perhaps. But not soon enough.