I have nothing bad to say about the past week (week!!1!!omg) weather-wise. It has been 100% gorgeous at all times. We went to the woods for the long holiday weekend, and I remembered that part of what makes living here tolerable is going into the woods a lot. I like the trees and the moss and the ferns. Watching the rain dribble down into the city sewers is just depressing, but in the forest even the rain is okay. You sort of get the point of it.
So, at the end of this month we are moving. Into a house with eleven (!!!) closets. You guys. There is a broom closet, a coat closet, a linen closet. There are giant huge closets everywhere. I understand that being excited about closets is about as bougie as it gets, but I don't care. I'm sick of keeping my socks in a sack.