My big job is going better than I had expected. It seems like it shouldn't actually take me ten hours per week, which is a relief. Unfortunately, it also seems like our business is being run by hippies, or at least that managerial/organizational jobs have quick turnover, so everything is in something of a disarray. Email addresses with typos in them, out-of-date contact information, a fax machine that needs to be babied, etc. I believe one of my fellow communards summed up the situation perfectly:

"You know how some rich people have hobby farms where they 'raise horses?' It's like we run a hobby business where we 'sell hammocks.'"

My rope job is going well, I think. I can just about make rope by myself at this point; the training I have left to do is trouble-shooting when things go wrong. I feel so competent.

The most wonderful thing this week: Keegan and I took the day off yesterday and went to Charlottesville to celebrate our two year anniversary. It was his first time getting off the farm, except for heading to the nearest town to get ice cream a couple times. It was lovely. We hung out in a coffee shop, ate greasy pizza, and walked a lot. I got a library card. We ate cupcakes with (edible) glitter on them.

The least wonderful thing this week: I'm sick. It's some sort of cold. It's not so bad as illnesses go. I'm just stuffy, a bit weak, and sort of fuzzy-headed. I hope I'm feeling well enough this evening to attend my double date to the drive-in theater.

I live on a farm. I know how to make rope. I have milk on tap. I've been dating an awesome person for the past two years. My life is pretty great.