The grand eve.
This time tomorrow, I will have met my newest young people, and I will have given them and all (yes, all) of their classmates some kind of rousing talk about making this little place home, and about accumulating homes. I think that I am collecting homes. I will thread them like beads, finger them on a stoop somewhere.
And this time tomorrow, I will be writing (or will have written) my one thousandth post here, my favorite stoop.