2. Dear D. and I started seriously packing up the house. This is a really satisfying undertaking because it makes the move feel less theoretical and more, you know, real. Of course now the place looks like it was hit by a very small but very fierce tornado. I suppose in a way it was, if you consider me a little weather system unto myself.
3. We saw both Iron Man and Indiana Jones. Both were good. On the other hand, we only made it to the beach just once all weekend. A real shame since the weather was just gorgeous all weekend long.
4. Dear D. fell ill. Like seriously so. Hopefully he's up and running again soon. He's not a very good patient, I'm a worse nurse, and we've got a busy week in front of us... any good cold remedies out there?
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