How to See the Sun Rise

I've been getting some complaints about the infrequency of my writing.  And let's not kid ourselves, I love that people (okay, one person) care enough to pester me with texts (okay, one text) about my blogging.  Here's the problem.  I don't do much.  I mean, anything.  Life is kind of depressing right now and I've not been so much in the creative mood lately.  But, I want to honor you, my readers, all the same.  So you get a treat today.  Writing that I didn't do.  I've been feeling really nostalgic and a little down watching everyone head back to school this month.  Nelson has been busy with orientation activities all week and a lot of backpacks and bicycles have been passing by our window.  I felt this way last year too as I watched all of my friends talk about their new classes and professors.  Apparently, this nostalgia and minor depression isn't going to go away as long as I'm not in school.  Okay e...

I have some seriously cool and supportive friends that made this giant, somewhat stressful and slightly uncomfortable step into the intrawebs of space quite pleasant actually.  I thank you.  Some of you have inquired as to our schlep to Chicago, so here you are.  It's long.  Like our first week. The First Week We moved in Monday, August 1.  The Saturday before we packed up everything in our apartment in D.C., begged and pleaded with our friends to help us load it all into the truck on a 99 degree day, and popped our air mattress because someone filled it with too much air.  It was me.  I hate waking up in the middle of the night with my ass on the floor and my head and legs propped up like some defunct hospital bed.  Oops.  Sunday we woke up and drove, separately, the 13 hours to Urbana.  We only got lost once and waited until we were in Illinois to do it.    Monday we woke up, d...