I would really love to stay and write down all of the
intricate details of my day, but again, I am
in a hurry. Of course, at 3:30 in the afternoon when I am dragging and the
food coma has fully set in, there is nothing to do.
But now, at 7 p.m., I have to
rush home to my box-filled bedroom and quickly
unpack the rest of my crap so that my room looks
respectable tomorrow when everyone is over for the
housewarming picnic.
Yes, housewarming
picnic. We decided that it's much nicer to be
chatting and
drinking wine and eating cheese outdoors during
sunset than
cramped and spilling things on one another in our tiny living room.
We figure that after dark a large
majority of the
attendees will leave, for fear of
flying, biting critters. This will leave the perfect number of
guests to
wander back to our house with, sit comfortably on the couches with, and
tell stories with.
Oh, it will be
so nice.
I have to go clean up so they think I'm
organized (which I'm not, by any means).