That it is indeed, Craig. I am currently surrounded by a mass of boxes, wrapping paper, bubble wrap and an unholy mess. I am putting stuff in the garage for resale and packing what’s precious. My right arm is in agony from a ruptured tendon, but life moves on. If I wait for the perfect time, I will die in this house. I’ve put my hope chest in my heart. And I plan to fill it as full as it can get with memories.