Where's the Puppy?

I've spent all day meaning to write something about Lent and desire, but somehow laundry and playing Hunt-the-Puppy intervened. She's conked out after puppy class now, but then, so am I. Instead, here's a picture I took earlier.

NB the beautiful new top on the dining room table! The pile of boxes covered with the yellow bedspread is our crockery and cooking stuff. No kitchen yet, but we do have laundry facilities again.

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