Farmers' Market Eggs

Everything is going well again, after a short battle with depression last night. It's amazing what a little care package in the mail can do. Especially when the care package is one that I sent to myself three months ago, and it contained three important parts to a sea-kayak which has been sitting incomplete in my room for over a month, which is when I received the other two boxes containing the majority of the kayak (I sent all boxes on the same day).

Depression seemed to grow as I sat watching my window of kayaking opportunity grow smaller as the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer.

Now everything is well though. I have made a major leap in my Swedish ability... who would have thought that all it takes is a little bit of actual study? My absentee ballot finally came the other day and I express-mailed it home. And the final load of my mind is that I got around to paying my rent for the first three months I lived here. I didn't know it, but they were planning on moving all my stuff out of the apartment... two months from now. If I had known, I might have let them It would have been five months of free rent, which would have more than made up for the cost and inconvenience of moving a few boxes into a new place. (Too bad I am a good, law abiding type of guy.)