The Furnace

I'm in MGH and it is always toasty in here...at least at the Mac end. But today it has the added bonus of smelling like Lipton chicken noodle soup. Seriously. It's taking me back to my childhood- back in the days when all I worried about was whether to ride my bike through the neighborhood or take a hike in the forest, I was guaranteed a lift to and from school (even if I missed the bus), I was fed real meals, the greatest dog in the world -Shadow- was still alive, and I slept for 10 hours a night. Would I rather be there or here? (thinking...thinking...thinking...) I'd rather be here. Surprised? Me too.

P.S. I've been listening to Pomplamoose while writing this post. I love them! (thank you Sarah for introducing me to them)