hotThat said, I know we have it good here; the summers aren't nearly as uncomfortable as when I lived in Houston, Maryland, or Iowa. And living in a basement apartment has great advantages.
Speaking of home, it looks like I'll have new upstairs neighbors soon. The whole thing feels a bit weird, because my former neighbors never gave notice and left a few things behind. I'm pretty sure they're gone based on my conversations with Brian before he vanished, but it just doesn't seem quite settled. From what was left behind, I've laid claim to an espresso machine and a VCR; also found two cable boxes that I'm ultimately responsible for (my name is on the house account). My landlords listed the place on Craigslist and were immediately deluged with inquiries, including an offer of a year's rent in advance. There's now a sign in the window indicating it's rented, so I expect I'll meet the new tenant(s) soon.
Inadvertently left my iPod at the office and am momentarily regretting it due to plenty of chatty folk at Irwin's. Coffee houses and sidewalks aren't libraries, I reason, so I know they have the right of way. I just don't know how people talk so much. It would make me tired.
