This morning a sleepy-eyed, pajama-clad Cassie walked out of the bathroom here in the original part of the house. On auto-pilot she turned, grabbed the doorknob to her old bedroom, twisted it, and walked into the now empty space.
"Wrong room," she said with yawning authority.
Turning about-face, she tucked her head, and walked away toward her new room, far far away.
We're all disoriented and it's kind of funny!