chicago is so totally gripped by cubs fever that 1) i’m actually following the games, and 2) the weatherman on the news tonight gave a detailed report on what the weather was like the last time the cubs were in the playoffs – in 1908.

recent reticence should be considered a blessing; i’m saving you all the daily-move in report:

friday: dear blogger, today i unpacked 2 more boxes. i still can’t find the box with the chair covers. ps – discovered too late that there’s no linen closet. searching for solutions in IKEA catalogue.

saturday: dear blogger, still no home for the extra towels. can’t decide: should we buy a papasan chair now, or save our money for a sofa?

i’m short on wit these days. exploring-of-chicago is largely put on hold now that i have two jobs; i just wish i had time to finish unpacking. the apartment has great potential, but it needs lots of stuff, and we have no money, so most of the decorating plans will have to wait. at my day job i learn dental insurance terminology and book-keeping basics, at my real job i’m learning, via trial-by-fire, how to manage projects, budgets and people. commute reading has been limited to total fluff: IKEA catalogues, p.g. wodehouse novels, the onion.

the val and grant wedding was beautiful, classy and a little heart-wrenching, as the first of The Roommates Crossed The Moat (don’t ask), and the weekend with friends made me a little wistful for my college days – not the being 19, or the going to school part, just the part where all my friends lived down the hall from me. now the hipster death squad is scattered across every corner of the country: new york, washington DC, portland, san jose, chicago. we have apartments, credit cards, 10:30 bedtimes and jobs that make us work weekends.