rolling stone.

     moving stinks.  mostly when you've accidentally packed away your camera cords and don't remember which box they are in.  so this week you'll all have to bear with me while i dig through boxes, pack boxes, unpack boxes, and lug boxes from point a to point b.  tomorrow i'll have a new 'wily wiley reads,' but beyond that i can't make any promises until we are in our new place on thursday. 
 wishing all my fellow moving bostonians the best this week!

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