Correction; From my dirty bedroom window . . . long dreamed vision, looping me back to all those magical years in a 20-foot diameter yurt in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, this one a 12-foot yurt, for visitors, personal retreats, workshops? We’ll find out! And now that the yurt is finally up on its beautiful sturdy platform son Colin built (it arrived and languished on my front porch floor for nearly one year), we will proceed to redesign this entire back yard.

And is this another omen of brand new beginnings? Three-year-old Tiger and 15-year-old Shadow both asleep on my bed this morning (not unusual), but with their backs touching?!?

FIRST TIME EVER.

Pics on process of putting the yurt together later today. Just know: it took four hours, with five to seven people here at all times, pouring over the instructions I sent to you yesterday, trying to figure out what in hell the author meant. Oh, and with a short break for pizza at noon.

If we have to take it down for the Indiana winter (still unknown), it will be a lot easier to put up next time . .