Smoke hangs hazily in the air and i think i’m going to listen to “Tear in Your Hand” after this cd is over. Matt apparently found success with his pizza. Earlier i faced the challenge of putting sheets on the lower half of our bunk beds (yes, bunk beds) and had to wrestle the matress out into the middle of the room before i found success. However, while trying to get the prepared bed back into its place in the wooden frame i managed to totally miss the frame and squeeze the mattress through to the floor. While initially rather annoyed at this development, i soon came to realize that it afforded me nearly a foot of head room and a nice alcove for playing guitar. Actually, the wooden bunk beds remind me of Gina’s old room, where the top bunk was filled with an array of stuffed animals or clothes. I’ve got Matt… same difference? :)