Before getting into too much blog, this installment will be like one of the episodes of The X-Files that wasn't integral to the main story arc but rather supports the world in which the characters live. That is to say, this entry won't be about aliens and government conspiracy, it will be about a man that can shoot lightning bolts out of his fingers.
In preparation for next week's visit with Amy our social worker, we've started to reorganize our house a little bit. We live in a 2 bedroom condo in San Francisco so space is limited. Our second bedroom used to be our playground for all of our musical endeavors but now it's to be Junior's LITERAL playground. I have to go through everything in there with a fine-toothed comb and purge anything that's no longer needed.It feels good to get rid of a bunch of crap and the funny thing is, if we didn't decide to adopt, who knows how long our house would have gone without an upheaval. Stuff just piles up over the years and tends to become ignored after a while... The cats are not feeling the transition.