I'm: listening to The Crane Wife LP, again and again
practicing my whistle (I'm a terrible whistler, always have been)
eating homemade lunches instead of the usual dining hall fare
cheering at the Boston Marathon
pet-sitting two guinea pigs, an eighteen-year-old Siamese cat, and a turtle named Turtle Boy
visiting the Gropius House
ruing not backing up the files on my desktop
