But I’m not going to tell you. Yet.
So I’m typing this in the dark cold basement, where spiders that run as fast as miniature cheetas scurry from the walls sometimes. I don’t know when my life will be back to normal, but I guess at this point I don’t really know what normal is.
I have lots of cool pictures to post, but no way to do it.
And someone just said “Oh my God, it’s Harrison Ford!” from the living room and I think the chances of him knocking on my door and the girls letting him in is pretty low, but I just never know who they’ve got up there when I’m down here hiding out, so I should go check just to be sure.