Metaphor alert: This is a tale of a “house” and the “stuff” inside it that took over our brains. Feel free to read that alert as “This tale may or may not be about a real house and actual physical stuff, because a house happens to be a damn great metaphor for a mind.”

And it’s about gratitude. It’s always about gratitude.

My house was built in 1903. It is a large Victorian family home, “farmhouse” Victorian I believe,