quandaries in Tilling

Captain made it away on Sunday, the snow didn't settle for long;
on Monday Kat and I devoted ourselves to the task of welcoming
Margaret and John back into the fold. Which is to say that after
a three-day drive they were sweet enough to give us dinner and
enough blanquette to drown lesser women.
Recovered now, though had a little too much apero last night to
celebrate almost finishing a difficult painting which now turns out
not so much to be finished as destroyed. Ah me.
There are photos- but where? And how appropriate?
The quandaries of life continue to oppress.