So, I've basically been MIA for about a month now because Mark and I were in the mind-numbing process of moving all of our possessions to San Francisco, where we now rent a "cozy" one-bedroom apartment for the gut-wrenching price of $1200/month. Mark is, as I write, scraping mold and grime off of the large windows next to our bed facing 47th avenue. Ah, mold, an allergic girl's best friend. Well, I don't know what else I expect when I insist on living at the beach! Behind Mark, the buildings are stricken by an urban sort of alpine glow due to the unusually warm and *clear* weather we had today. It's strange the comparisons that can be made between the urban and rural landscapes ... and often there are unexpected similarities.
