July is hot.

I am surfacing from my Harry Potter induced fog. The only free time I have to read is after everyone else is asleep, so I have been staying up reading, and finally finished book number six two nights ago. Then I needed a day to mourn the awful ending. Poor Harry, I wonder if he'll ever defeat Lord Voldemort and live in peace. I know these are kids books, but I wish all books were that enjoyable to read.

In other news, I still don't have a job. I am looking, though. There are some nice ones available but they would require a two hour commute. I'm not quite that desperate yet.

Our landlords are residing the house, and we're getting some insulation. That should help with the exorbitant gas bills in the winter, and the house will look really good once it's sided. I love the place, but it is kindof falling apart. If I had money I'd fix it up, just because it deserves it. I might try to get the kitchen floor fixed this fall. It's gross.

Today I'm going to tackle the upstairs "storage" room that I've been throwing random crap into since I got home. It's a nightmare. I better get started before it gets too hot upstairs to work. Sigh.