one more week chicago

It's been warmer. It's like my blood is less gelatinous, like motor oil when it warms up, everything moves easier. I'm still amazed by how many things A. and I have accumulated while living in this apartment. The truth is, that we could live just fine without 98% of our stuff. The books we never look at, the CDs we never listen to, and the plates we never use. Yet we're bringing it all with us. The cats are jumping in and out of the boxes, not sure what is happening.