Richard and I have each spent time today at the package-wrapping station I set up on our dining room table. We’re usually at the table in the basement that I’ve talked about here in the past. This year our basement is not fully put back together after the waterproofing and I figured Richard didn’t want to go up and down the steps a lot. And we won’t be needing our dining room because, if all goes as planned, we’ll be with Charlotte and her parents.