without ceremony or explanation for its absence -- rudely, even, you could say (you cynic) -- the sun strutted into the sky. clouds vanished just as abruptly, taking the wind with them. it's an entirely different day than it was this morning. i don't think we've quite processed it yet. it all happened so fast. after over a week of uninterrupted monotonous gray cold, there's light again, and calm. still no warmth, of course, but one can't have everything, and my lord i've learned to be grateful.

other than that, nothing too momentous has happened. andrea and i tripped gaily through fakta, assembling the necessary stuffing stuffs and honey and carrots for the honeyed carrots. learned the old norse word for dismembered horse penis (i swear, it was relevant.) received a fabulous email from the limping triplet, eliz and brig, re: housing options which i might have to quote here, at least in part. it looks like our backup choices, in case the wharton bloc ("it's big, it's beautiful, it's blond and buxom") doesn't come thru, are: pitt quint w/ sarahk. and friend; dana/mertz blahblah; "Parrish beach. Naked. All year. Maybe a pup tent. Maybe just a puppy. Who knows?"; "Strath Haven. It's almost guarenteed. Climate control. Each get our own room. We have given up on the biased/unbiased form. ESTER, FOR GOuy7futughkgtkvluyuyh ,
Ester, it's Brig now. Strath Haven is NOT an option. It's far and stupid and /. lokp '
Ester, it's an APARTMENT. Pitt is ALSO far. It has a bathroom and kitchen."
(they're so cute when they fight.)
personally i'm w/ brig (strathaven over dead body). otherwise i'm open to suggestion.