I realize now that it might be a bit more difficult to blog this year. My computer is pretty close to Jubb's head, and he likes his early nights.

The room still feels a little otherworldly. It's got great party flow, as we proved Saturday and plan to prove tomorrow. But it's cavernous. When I'm over here, and the Politician and Jonas are over in their bedroom on the other side of the living room, it's like we're in separate buildings.

Not a bad thing, since I might not have to go to the library to get some work done. But this much… I believe the word is "privacy"… is strange.

I haven't actually done much with all this free time. Played Fable. Watched Jonas play Fable. Ran errands. Thought about unpacking.

Tonight was low-key; three of us sat around and had some old fashioned pizza and beer while Jubb took a midnight stroll. I need to decompress a bit before I'll be able to appreciate how relaxing all of this is.

Tomorrow: Wop party. It's themeless, despite the Politician's halfhearted protests, so/but it should be exciting. I'm told that some people have been looking forward to this since last spring; no one can help sneaking a peek at the eight gallons of devil's punch we mixed earlier today.