There's no place like home?

When you live two lives like we do, it is hard to know where home is. We brought flip-flops and t-shirts back from California, and have been wearing sweaters and boots since we have been back. We have a new friend now that we are back - it is called "The Har". The Har is a mist-filled fog that sits over Aberdeen like a wet blanket (and by over I of course mean "on").

We hope to get back into blogging now that we have come back. Sorry it has been so long. We are excited for the summer in Aberdeen, and already enjoy (even in the Har) that it is light until around 11 at night. The Har lights up like a cloud in lightning in the sun, so it even seems sunny when the sun is nowhere to be seen (so we've got that going for us).

I am getting back into the swing of things at work. This summer looks a bit brutal. I have set up my days into 4 sections. First, Latin. Second, undergo a wide-reaching literature review - which means reading all of the major treatises people have written on Jonathan Edwards (my dude). Third, write my first chapter, which is actually will be my second chapter, but is the first one I am writing, because that is how I do it. Fourth, if any amount of time remains in the day, read through Edwards critical editions. My goal is to work through the first three in the next several months - but being rather large I tend to doubt it.

Anyway, Kelli is still training for her marathon. Even when heckled by random Scottish men yelling, "You'll never make it!" Kelli continues to push on. Unfortunately this town is pretty small, so on long runs she has to run to Germany and back.