I love sitting in the hall at 440 Studios, where I can hear the dissonant, ghostly cacophony of audition songs, staged arguments, choral works, and martial arts. Hearing it all at once produces an effect sort of like this:

Thud! “Go back to bed.” “Gloria in excelsis deo–“ Thud! “The sun’ll come out–” “Can I help?” Thud! “Tomorrow!” Thud! “Yes, by going back to bed.” “Admirabilis Deus, fortis Pater futuri saeculi–“ “Bet your bottom dollar–” Thud! “If you’ll just tell me what it is you’re–” Thud! “That tomorrow–” “Gloria!” “There’ll be–” Thud! “Sun!” “Spring cleaning you could call it.” “In excelsis deo–“ Thud! “At two in the morning?”

NB: The thuds come from the martial artists being thrown to the floor repeatedly, in case that wasn’t clear.

It’s been very warm and humid lately, and although it’s uncomfortable during the day, I love it at night. It makes the night seem welcoming. Come to think of it, it’s not so bad in the shade during the day either. And today is just slightly cooler, so it’s not so bad anywhere.

I think today was meant to be a lazy summer day–the kind spent sitting by the lake or on the beach. It would have been a good day to play hooky from work.

I’ve always enjoyed summer nights, as long as they’re not the kind you hear at a karaoke bar.

So… Ash and I moved to Hell’s Kitchen on Monday. We apparently make a pretty good team when it comes to moving. The movers didn’t come until 1:30pm, so they weren’t done moving our stuff until about 5:30pm. We invited a couple of friends over to help unpack the easy stuff while we unpacked the “Where does this go?” stuff. That night we went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to get additional things we needed, and then the next day we went to Target for more things. By 6pm on Tuesday, we were completely unpacked, and everything was set up and put away.