Guess who's door this is...

maybe my identical-except-for-the-color running shoes airing out on my front steps (i like to think of it as my 'porch') gave it away?

And yes, I'm such a girl, I even have pink running shoes. (My house is pink, my gym towel is pink, my cell phone is pink...)

Anyway, behind the door is my little room. Florescent lights, wood paneling, single bed, itty bitty desk, sorta broken camp chair, night stand...little room, but all mine. We're small enough up here that everyone gets their own room, so the privacy is nice. The ability to not have to see or listen or talk to anyone. I don't spend much time there - an hour to read before falling asleep, getting ready for the day by drinking instant coffee and listening to music or _This American Life_. Not much else to tell you about this room. I'll try to post pictures of it later for those that are curious.

This morning I didn't have any meetings or running dates so I was able to sleep in and enjoy my little room. I cried my way through the end of _The History of Love_ just like first time I read it. I drank a cup of tea. I edited some pictures on my computer. I created some playlists on my iTunes.

I wish there was something more exciting to tell you! I might have something more fun later today.