that.must.be.significant.or.something…

While everyone finishes their oogles of the shots of Karin’s ring, I settle back into work and sigh after another busy evening. Cubs starts up again in almost exactly a month, and — if I were a teacher I’d be stuck doing this to, but getting paid — so we have to plan and plan and plan how we are going to fill up a year of wednesday evenings (and a handful of weekends). Three hours later we’re frantically filling the last few spaces of a ten foot long scroll of paper with the scribbles of possibility: long.story.short it’s going to be a fun year.

And in other lamentful words: so much for starting our move last night — though I did manage to pack a number of boxes. Tonight, as the weekend looms closer once again, we are hopefully bring a load out to the new place. One small step for Brad… yeah.