And I don't mean your stomach. I mean your closet . . . your basement . . . under your bed . . . every dusty, forgotten corner of your life that needs to be swept clean. That's what we're doing this week. All week. Rob and I. We're in our underground hellhole, sifting through the rubble of life, making space, thinking yard sale thoughts, reclaiming what is rightfully ours—peace. It's an intimidating task, this basement blitz, but it's got to be done. We need to finish our house. We need to find room for life and expansion. All week we'll be down here. Hopefully the basement monsters won't win the war and take us prisoner.
Here's a secret that you probably know already: Awful tasks need a motivating soundtrack. How lucky am I that this month David Byrne's got a great playlist on tap? You really ought to check it out, directly through iTunes (look under "Radio" and then "Eclectic") or online here. This'll keep me going for . . . days, I hope. A spoonful of sugar and all that.
Hey! Good news! I set up two friends just over a year ago, and last night they called me on their way home from a trip to Canyonlands to tell me they got engaged beneath Delicate Arch! I'm so excited! And also now I am completely convinced of my supernatural matchmaking abilities. Yes, folks, I'm hanging out my shingle. Step right up. Grand opening specials!