Right now, I have two projects going on at once in my kitchen. I'm trying to make a story that rolls out of a cracked open peach pit. And, I'm trying to prepare paper (the kind used in Fedex envelopes) for another project about how to properly grow sunflowers. Hayley is moving her magical haute couture workshop downstairs, and the wind is blowing blowing blowing. I can hear all the over grown branches scraping against the side of the house.
I'm not sick of Salt Lake City, but I'm in love with this song: