Um ... I'm not too sure how to say this for fear you won't believe it.
But enough artwork sold to buy a camper and retrieve it. 
It is sitting in my driveway as we speak.  What's that? 
You still do not believe?   Lo!  Photographs ...

This is the cart I bart when you bart my art.

I am one pleased and thankful artist.  Thank you all.  I think if you go outside and stare up at the waxing moon you will see me at the wheel of a red white rig with a big GRIN, caravanning like E.T. on handlebars, not in front of, but right over the moon.  Really?  An artist can sell work AND buy a camper?  AND fly over the moon?  Oh look!  The pilot has cake on his dash he is eating.  I mean having.  I mean eating.  Whoa!  Watch out for that MOON!

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The kids have pretty much moved in.  The heat isn't on but 35 degrees is perfect sleeping weather, right?  Apparently; They're in there again tonight.  Fynn spent a lot of the day running and jumping in the trailer.  Douglas hunkered up in his bunk in a book.  Bethany's locus is a swarm of bees moving into a new hive.  I, myself, am pleased as punch to have proven I could back a 50 foot vessel into the drive.  It continues to drizzle but it's melting the snow.  It seems that our dreams are granted a go.