My little journal is feeling neglected. It’s turning brown around the edges and curling up. I’d feel guiltier if I wasn’t so busy, and Karin is nagging me to read to her from her Bionicle sticker book so who has time to post updates? Our trip to Chicago seems to be vaporizing into the air, like the pipe dream it really was. It makes me sad, a bit, but since I was already pretty resigned to the fact that we weren’t going to make it there, it doesn’t feel like the end of the world. It poured rain all day...