Things with my little house are coming together slowly. I have no reason to expect any different, because I keep leaving town, and when here I keep finding more compelling activities than drilling wood into steel. Though screw by screw a foundation is taking form. I am a few steps from getting to spread the boxes of sheep’s wool for the floor insulation, which I am eager to do. As I push along through these first steps, I am fighting the urge to rush through it. I have taken no short cuts, and am trying to relish the moments before my house has walls. We have a long ways to go together, and if I am present to the build, my hope is that it will…