Tuesday, 2 December 2003

Oh! ah! much turbulence in the living space. We see our house not-our house empty out, carried in boxes by strangers. This causes in me alternating frenzies of almost-tears and almost-laughter, perhaps intensified by the two hours of sleep I acquired last night this morning. Goddess bless ye little boxes (and big boxes) as ye wend yr way up north to our new suburbian shoebox. ^_~


~ posted by Anna @ 4:38 PM
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