Pack-a-lack

Today was dreary. I packed for most of the day while listening to WFUV, and I almost went for a hike with Belinda and Roxy, but Belinda wasn't feeling well. No, sorry, she's feeling like a man, according to her snapchats.

Packing was easier than I thought it would be, but of course, I've only gotten through my clothes. The weird, small things, like stray earrings and lonely knitting needles, which are inevitably scattered throughout the house, are the hardest part of packing.

I got some knitting and some ukulele-ing done before Berenice called--it's always an unexpected, yet lovely, even went she calls. She's taking a year off from school to protest the Tar Sands pipeline in Texas, and is going to visit me over February Break. Bless her soul. I missed hearing her voice so much.

On a rather unrelated note, one of my chickens died. RIP McNugget, you were fat and friendly, and all of the neighborhood children will miss you. This hen survived through being mauled by a dog and having half off her body being torn off. This hen survived being hugged to death by countless little kids. This hen survived multiple hawk attacks due to the sheer amount of fluffy feathers on her body. She will be missed. Our flock is down to four hens now.