The clouds have drizzled a grey haze over everything in my neighbourhood while the humidity has creeped into the house. I am sitting at my desk in front of a window that looks directly into the window of the next house over, listening to Over The Rhine through my headphones while Jason sets up his desk across the room. A small fan is on top of one of the book cases, pushing air around the room.

Israel is curled up on the floor next to me, on a pillow that is not large enough to act as the dog bed he thinks it is.

I have a stack of Arabic text books and some novels Tim brought home for me from Nader sitting to my right.

Classes start again on Monday and I have yet to buy books. I have this introduction paragraph to send on to Tom Johnson before tomorrow. Saturday will be filled with Shabbat service and a work day and a come-check-out-our-new-house party.

God is showing me things about myself that need to change, things I didn't even realize were problematic until now. It seems that I have a lot to process through to figure out exactly what I'm learning.

Sara Rose came over this morning and we had time just spent... talking together. I can honestly say that I love that woman, she is without a doubt my closest friend.

Today feels like a day to read through an entire book, drinking tea and spending time alone. That is, until going to Ben's wedding tonight...

"We don't need a lot of money, we'll be sleeping on the beach... keeping oceans within reach." OTR