Everything's Coming Up

Mussels and I had a lingering breakup Sunday evening. It was the second time, and they don't get a third try. No, I don't think anything was wrong with the mussels themselves.
It's now Thursday, and my chest muscles are still sore. Ouch.

Movin' On Up

Photograph from the 2008 Chicago Air & Water Show by kudzuplanet

Dad is retiring from the ministry in June, which means he and Mom will be moving. Oh joy, oh rapture: more packing/unpacking. My family has become as nomads, each of us moving every couple of years. My sister and I moved to a new apartment in August; my grandmother followed suit in December. Once again, all of us will have moved within a year. (And that's not even counting my office's move back in June.) Thankfully, these will likely be the last moves for my parents and grandmother, unless they get to the point that they need more assistance.


This week also marks my parents' birthdays (today and Thursday), plus Valentine's Day, which this year is balanced out for us singles by Friday the 13th the day before. Maybe I'll host a wake Friday night, or at least dress all in black.