I’ve been sort of on house hiatus since the Thanksgiving push. In the four weeks leading up to Turkey Day, both Jen and I were running at a fill-tilt boogie trying to make the house look like something other than postwar Berlin, and ever since the driveway emptied I’ve been ignoring the projects upstairs like a fart in church. Home Depot’s monthly sales are down at least 5% because I haven’t been averaging three visits a day—this is a place where they just hand me an orange apron when I walk in the door. Yesterday I picked up another gallon of polyurethane and started sanding the blue room with the Packers game on. I sanded the floor down to a baby-smooth sheen, and this morning put the poly down, taking advantage of the warm weather to open the windows and air it out.

This Boring Life. I love taking pictures of urban landscapes, city archaeology, and historical architecture. Unfortunately, my commute to and from work requires a 20-minute stint on the Beltway, where the only things I see are the brake lights in front of me and the sound walls on either side of the highway. Now that I’m a country mouse I don’t get to see the same subjects I did before, so it was with great happiness that I found Satan’s Laundromat, a photoblog from Brooklyn, where I can live vicariously through the lens of another person.

Love Is: a woman who isn’t happy to see a Scout sitting rusting in our driveway, but who still calls me in from the other room to tell me she sees one on TV.