Progress doesn’t come from stasis, and things here are far from steady. At the end of July, we moved into our house—a house that had one full working bathroom in the basement, no functioning laundry, no countertops or sinks or appliances. We had a microwave and a refrigerator in the garage. The first weeks were rough. We used a ton of paper plates, plastic utensils, and plastic water bottles. We carried in boxes that we couldn’t unpack because we didn’t have cabinets. We slept on mattresses on the floor. But as the weeks went by, things got a little better. A couple more toilets were installed. Then countertops and sinks and cabinetry. We now have three working showers. Each week we make a little more progress, but it’s slow. As if moving in to a partially remodeled house wasn’t enough the second week of August tested our limits. While I was out of town with Makayla, Rick came down with a horrible cold. (Not Covid—just Misery). He struggled to keep the kids alive and fed while als...