Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Another sleepy day, made even more so by the fact that the house is surrounded by tall pine trees that keep the house very dark. The use of dark knotted pine paneling in the kitchen and living room doesn't help either.
My mother also came to the unfortunate realization that she preferred the front bedroom to the back bedroom (which was, at that point, filled with boxes). The hard part of the move wasn't the boxes but the very unwieldy king-sized mattress. I'm quite thankful that I was not injured trying to move that damn thing. I now have a deep enmity against king-size beds and will eschew them at every opportunity.
Now we're all sons of bitches. (Ken Bainbridge, test director for the first atomic bomb in 1945)