It’s been a busy couple of days here at the Kozy Shack; it seems like everyone I know is moving to a different apartment (or a different city). After hauling furniture into a U-Haul on Friday, we were off to a wedding on Saturday morning; after the ceremony, we ferried the minister to the reception (and had a fascinating conversation with her in the car and waiting in the restaurant, about everything from the performative aspects of reading Scripture to Gullah and the use of Quecha in Star Wars). Our friends Greg and Colleen are moving, but managed to get everything into their new apartment by the time we made it there. So we had no commitments on this rainy day — we can just relax, drink a beer or two, listen to the Maytals on the stereo, clean the kitchen, do some laundry, read a DeLillo book, start making some mushroom sauce… Rainy weekends in spring are beautiful for their possibilities.