We're about to leave Bloomington: Sunday we will finish packing and head off to Cincinnati to stay in a new burrow; in Sarah's parents' basement.
I don't wanna go there... I like our little burrow in Bloomington!
To quote Manuel, "I stay here. Is nice."
Sigh.
We'll see how long I can stay. It feels very awkward being there, as though my presence is tolerated, but not actively welcomed, and that I am being constantly watched and scrutinised.
Should be OK for a while at least, as every weekend for the next three we have things planned, and we'll be back in Bloomington at least twice more.

We've covered a lot of ground this week.
Tuesday we flew to Cincinatti for lunch with Sarah's parents, just there and back in the day. So nice flying along with the GPS and autopilot on, looking out the window while relaxing on leather seats. Air traffic was busy around Cincinatti, though not as busy as it could have been: apparently Dubya was supposed to be there that day too, though he never showed up.
Today we're back in Cincinatti again, though this time we drove. (Hrm.. three hours compared to an hour fifteen in the plane?) Loaded the car to the gills with stuff, moving out of our little apartment (sob, sob).
We'll be back in Bloomington tomorrow, for a couple of days...

Is it just me, or does the Olympic Cauldron look suspiciously like a Bic ballpoint pen?
It's even got the metal nib at the business end...