A Kiss to Build a Dream on

I’ve got Louis Armstrong’s voice caught in my head – not a bad thing.

We’ve been looking at houses and condos, and doing a lot of general life planning/what shall we do with ourselves/what do we want to accomplish type thinking in the last few weeks. It’s got me in a sort of reverie.

I still think I’d love to move to a small town and live in a church (with mice maybe, a la Graham Oakley books). I’d like to bicycle to work at my sleepy town library, and help Sky build crazy treehouses for whimsical, rich folk. Dreams and reality rarely align, however, so we’ve been working out some backup plans…