The house is literally swaying.

I shoved Jas out the back door and shut it, forcing him to pee while barking in protest at the same time at the top of his lungs.

So, we're all stuck inside, baking chocolate cake and reading and building lego castles and looking at porn . . . . It's back to land porn, as opposed to puppies or dresses. Does anyone else look at land porn, or is that just me? Even when I'm not even anywhere near buying anything, I still go on binges of looking. It's kind of addictive. And there is a peeping quality to it, cz you're looking at people's taste and their stuff and thinking "who would think of doing THAT?"

For instance. Yes, that is a built-in bricked-in WISHING WELL in the LIVING ROOM. I love how the real estate agent took a pic of the hippie wall-hanging, looking for something less-than-hideous to record in the photo show. Take the crap out and there is an empty house with lots of skylights and 2 acres sitting directly on the shore of Lake Ontario, I guess . . . but I wonder how you'd remove an indoor well (??).