The house is looking good. I am not. I have a chest infection. I used to get them once a year like clockwork. The past two years I didn't for some reason. Seems to be back, though. Oh well. At least it's as sick as I ever seem to get. The coughing sucks but I sound much worse than I feel.

I find that I have more than the average number of Swiss army knives. Do you think this is because I lived in Switzerland or because I like useful gadgets? Probably both, methinks.

The girls move in this weekend. Wow. What the fuck are we getting into? While I'm nervous about the close quarters, I also think it will be much easier to all be in one place.

OK. I'm off to finish decorating the kitchen. I should probably just lay down, but I can't help myself.