Today I throw things away and pack up. My cats are in a panic because I assume they thought we were leaving them and they promptly set up camp in the packing boxes and refuse to move. It thunder storms and I snap photos. We go through old clothes, and we ask eachother "Do you like me in this?" "Yes" and throw it in the 'keep ' pile. We pack up practically all the clothes until I am wearing a stretched out bathing suit bottom and a tank top I stole from a girl at summer camp when I was 12. Joel is down to a winter headband and a pair of sweatpants that have iron-on letters down the leg that say "Team Jacob".
He keeps playing a cover of the Ramones song "I believe in miracles" on his mandolin and now it is stuck in my head.
He transplants an Aloe plant and I drink :).
Here's a sketch from this week.