Okay, but I'm away

We moved our stuff into the barn, and split. Now in a tent in Truro, Mass, on the tip of Cape Cod, I have yet not been spared from the bureaucracy. Apparently, the plumbing inspector took the issue of a one-well geothermal/potable water source to the Massachusetts State Plumbing Board, who didn't feel confident ruling about it without speaking to the Department of Environmental Protection, who requested more information from the Board of Health, who... but you get the idea.

As of right now, we are still without our permission. In the end, I'm sure we will be approved but perhaps not in our time line. Flip says "move in and let them try to evict us." He's probably right. I want to give Holliston this last few days to do the right thing before I go over the town's head on this.

In the meantime, there are worse things than surf, and sun, and sleeping in a tent, and we are certainly enjoying all of these.