Empty boxes.

I never thought it possible that I could watch ski jumping for hours and hours…

Not much has been going on lately, that’s why I’ve been so quiet. We’re still waiting to hear where we might be moving this summer. In the meantime, I’ve decided to keep my mind off not knowing by tackling the attic. What’s the deal with the empty boxes I feel compelled to keep up there? As if I’ll have the perfect thing to ship to someone and it will just happen to fit perfectly in one of those boxes.

It’s raining, raining, raining here. Blah.

One good thing happened today: a box came from Amazon.com (oh no, another box) with the most recent Luka Bloom CD and a book entitled Living in Style Without Losing Your Mind. Another good thing: the night is still young.