She must be in the dungeon...

Illustration by N.C. Wyeth

First off, if this seems a little rushed, it's because it is. There are three things I want to blog about and I don't think I'll have time, but, considering the recent lack of inspiration, I wanted to at least get started. For the past two days, I've been toiling in the basement. Although disgusting and exhausting, it's also been a sweet experience filled with memories and reminders. Kids scurrying up the stairs with pilfered treasures, reminiscence, delirium, and laughter mark my time in the dungeon. Now, I've emerged with fresh insights and a weight off my shoulders. As a reminder for myself, because I may have to go at any moment, my next three blogs will be Chris's Keys, The Number Eight, and Painting Icebergs. I'm borrowing Hannah's idea to lay out the titles first. Hannah's been writing a book and I want to tell you all about that too, but I'll wait on the title for that one. For now, I have to go. The dryer is beeping, I need to call my grandma, I'm going to a friend's house, and I need to get the basement to some sort of stopping point. When I come back, I'm going to see if I can get Daniel to help me with "Chris's Keys", because he's so much funnier than me. And since this blog really has no substance, I just want to end by saying, if your basement is in need of some affection, go for it. There are treasures to be found, there are stories to be told.