we've been back in town for over a week, dealing with the dreaded unpacking process in the (wonderful) new house, and now in the grips of the dreaded summer cold. in another week's time, we'll be up north, headed for summer camp. I'm looking forward to it, but it's complicated now, my feelings about leaving town, about being able to say "good luck!" to the rest of the city and take off for a month.
much of the time that I'm physically here, though, escapism dominates my lifestyle. for example, I'm kind of living for friday night.