I've been listening to the new Sigur Rós today, thinking about how much I adore this band and this amazing music - and for some reason I just got really sad. Syd Barrett popped into my head, and I remembered that he died last year, and I turned off Sigur Rós and instead played Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here album from start to finish. It's my favorite.
I made two pans worth of home made granola for breakfasts and for snacking while I got set up for dinner, then D got home and we ran across the way to look at another loft we're considering moving into as it is a lot more secluded and quiet - plus it's on a ground floor, no elevators, no asshole people running around destroying the place, and considerably less animals around that said assholes are not cleaning up after. It has a lot more storage space and space in general - including cabinet and counter space in the kitchen, and best of all - a pantry. And 4 skylights, which I loved. And it looks directly into the trees and really nice landscaping, no cars or excessive parking lot asphalt. Maybe we will, or maybe we'll just hold out for a house. It would be nice to have a change of scenery and get the hell out of this building, one way or another.
I'm very out of sorts right now, but I get to spend tomorrow morning/afternoon with Christi and baby Willow, and the tomorrow evening at her house - which is my home away from home - and that always makes things better.