A little break from drawing out paper arms at the desk. Everything over here is sort of wobbly at the moment and so I have started making a long chain of distractions for myself, and then some distractions from those distractions, as an added precaution. The weather has been all ups and downs too; it fevered up past its hottest days of last summer, and then it spat hail and snow.
It seems that somewhere, far out in the world, there has been creaking and rumbling, a slow, tectonic shifting of the plates distantly connected to the ground we stand on. We are just waiting now to see where everything will settle, but one thing is certain: we will be moving in less than a month, though we don't know if it is a question of changing flats or countries. So at the beginning of May our things will go into storage and we will go off visiting back home until we know more. I don't care much where we end up.