Ah, the memories. Walking around inside the house from window to window. Dad on the outside. Taking off each yucky screen, passing the paper towels through the open windows, pointing out spots that each of us missed. Good times. John and I have yet to embark on this annual Frantom tradition (well, usually annual-or if there’s going to be a party). When we do, the increase in the amount of light that will enter our house will probably scare the cat. Yeah. they’re pretty bad. But our lawn was mowed (that’s twice now!) and looks great- thank you dear. And I’ve begun my list of things to clean and projects to accomplish before June 1 and my return to the dark tunnel of graduate school. As I told Mom last night, I’ve reached the manhole in the tunnel, where I will see light for about a month and then it gets dark again. The real light will get here some time in August. Till then, I’m enjoying the approaching temporary freedom coming tomorrow night at 8:50pm (probably sooner because Diaz won’t keep the whole time). I went organizational/project shopping yesterday with Charlene! It’s been such a long time, it was great, and we had Freebirds, so even better. Well, I’m still at my internship all month, so I better keep working. Later all!