Flash

I'm going to have to get used to thunderstorms + skylights. The whole livingroom flashes white with every bolt of lightning, and every time it does I think I've blown a lightbulb. (Hey—keep my private life out of it, okay pal?) On the other hand, this is a pretty awesome thunderstorm, and the rain rippling on the skylights is hypnotic.

The truck arrived today, but the storms interfered with our unloading plans. We have managed to unload a third or so of our belongings; tomorrow, one of K.'s colleagues will arrive to help unload the rest.