Neither of us act like anything will change – words are pleasant enough. The dogs are getting along better and better, though not good yet. I’ve crocheted 3 pot holders and made a monster and a pair of socks since the first. Just piddling around… and all I think about is the house, and how we won’t have the payment. I can’t believe how easy Steve’s letting this pass. I want to scream. All I do is sit in silence.