Posting because I feel like I should this evening, without all that much to say right now.

Only thing really on my mind lately is the fact that Meg and I are looking into buying a house. The whole process is awfully bewildering and unreal. It would be easy to assume that I'm doing the immature thing and am just afraid of growing up (which I did, in fact, battle with last year). It's more the idea of purchasing something with a price tag of a quarter-million dollars. In particular, with the horror stories of the foreclosure market (let's just call it that already), it's unnerving.

Hopefully they'll be more later