Home again

It's snowing outside, and do you know how I know that? Because I can look out the window from my desk and watch the snow fall. We're moved, thanks largely to the help of my parents and brother T who, in exchange for only a couple of meals and some beer, helped us haul everything up on Saturday. T put away our kitchen, which was really neat seeing as he was very sensible in where things should go, and we giggle every time we go looking for something--"now, where would T put this?" We have some SERIOUS cleaning to do yet in the basement, but we're fairly settled now here, and that makes for a happy Kirstin. When things are cluttered, I'm grumpy. But things aren't cluttered (holy smokes we have cupboard and closet space!) and I am content. And now, back to translation...