Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
I promise I'll write about something that doesn't have anything to do with babies, the heat, or moving to Boston.

Until then, Two things
I realize in a few short weeks I’ll be without a home and without a job. I’m starting to wonder how this happened. Well, I guess in fairness I’ll have a home – thanks to a little fact-finding/hunting trip for an apartment we’ve squeezed in for a short portion of next week.

Apartment hunting is always a treacherous adventure even in the best of circumstances. We won’t be looking under the best of circumstances – we’re in and out of Boston in a few days and need to hand over a sum of money that most Chicagoans would consider to be obscene. Still, the more I roll the numbers around in my head, the easier it becomes to delude myself into thinking it’s really not that much. Really.

Okay, I guess that was really just one thing. It’s just a big thing on my mind – without any links.

Music
A friend asked me about music and if I had a music list. Sadly, I’m really backwards in this area. If left to my own devices I would own like 5 CDs. Deeps is our resident music lover and expert – as much as anyone is an expert at anything in our house. Yes, my husband has a huge music collection that is as wide and varied as his reasons for marrying me.

Honestly, his CD collection has brought much music and light and joy into our house – we have an interesting soundtrack to our lives. Right now we’re listening to Clem Snide's The Ghost of Fashion which I really like. It’s kinda funky and something of a bizarre twangy (not country) sensibility that I kinda like.

Anyway, there will be a music list shortly – primarily driven by a request from the outside world and the input of Deeps. Soon, very soon – there shall be another list.

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