I am all over the place, I feel. Car half unpacked. Backpack with random stuff thrown in it. Closet still with only half the clothes hung. Books in piles that don't make sense. And every time I move away from the fan, in this oppressively gross heat, I wish I hadn't.
The air is disgusting in town right now and it's not too great in Framingham, either.
I miss the mansion on the end of the peninsula.
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