Harriett the Spy

At Drew's physical therapy appointment, they confirmed he has sciatica, and they gave him numerous exercises to start working things out. On top of that, I have cold, so Drew and I are a couple of lame ducks over here. Good thing we just bought our own version of the poppy couch.

Spending so much time in our apartment made me remember how much I wanted to be a spy when I was a kid. We are surrounded on every side by other tall high rises, each with dozens of families in them. At night, I can spy on them doing their family things. Eating dinner, watching TV, see the helpers cleaning; then I start to daydream what the families are like, how they get along, what their family issues are ( because every family has issues) etc. Each apartment in a building has the same layout, so I see the same view in every window within a stack, so its cool to compare how each family makes the space different. If anyone wants to encourage this childish and slightly creepy habit of mine, feel free to buy me a nice set of binoculars, so that I can branch out to other buildings. :)

Sincerely, Harriett the Spy