there's more.

News from the disruption front -- Marc and I will know in February whether we're moving to Singapore in May, after we get married in April.

Needless to say, unpacking is not going well.

But since I've lived in seven apartments in eight years (and since I'm a horrible, horrible unpacker anyway), I'm not unaccustomed to living out of boxes. This practice does not mesh well, however, with the aforementioned domestic urges. Honey, come sit on the couch with me and snuggle. We could watch the crooked TV or listen to any one of half of my CDs.

So this time, I'm trying to bite the horse's ass and get rid of at least forty percent of what I own before I have to move it all again. Which slows things down considerably, but which will maybe prevent the embarrassment I suffered while moving in November. ("Where did you get all of this crap? You told me you were poor!" -Dad.)

Marc's on a train right now and I'm going to cook spinach and cheese omelettes for dinner. I love the weekend.