Yesterday Paul and I moved some furniture upstairs. Katie was asked if she wanted the apartment Keith and Paul are vacating and she didn’t call the landpeers, so nothing happened. We shall see what transpires. Perhaps it was for the best. The upstairs apartment is much nicer and much bigger. It’s more of course but Keith has essentially been sleeping in a cubbyhole for the last few years and it’s time he got more room. Lucky duck gets the ensuite, too.
The baby shower is this weekend. I feel very conflicted about it. Paul is not going. I don’t know who else from the family is going.
Philae landed, and the world can be an awesome place if I just let it.
