Music is too loud

for my screaming head, so I put on some soothing cellos. Which I know still qualifies as music, except it is on a completely different, higher level than the rest of it.

I bought our flowers!
With no help from you, by the way. They aren't too exciting, except for the giant sunflowers that will be arranged in such a manner that will be like a secret garden, as Sara said would be fun. I really am quite excited for this. So is my father, who says it will be good for such a "city girl" as you.

I don't feel like years were stolen from me. I think that the years I spent as a kid without caring about time were probably the most eventful, and the most productive, and probably the overall best years of my life. Later, I will probably think that years were stolen from me. It fascinates me how a year can seem so long when we live it and so important, when really, we all are probably going to live until we are eighty, and a year spent in hiding, or a year where we do nothing, or a year in which we do everything, well, it really won't be that important in the end. And yet, it also fascinates me that one single year, this one-eightieth of my life, can change the rest of it entirely, even though it is such a small fraction.

Time does kind of scare me, just because nobody knows anything about it. Do we understand the concept of time when we grow old?

I don't know.

I have so, so much to do. And I haven't really started at all. I haven't cleaned my room. I haven't run AT ALL. I'm not very far into Crime and Punishment (which I almost called War and Peace, proving to you just how much I don't care about it). We still have to work on Physics. Yet, I don't really care all that much. Well, kind of.

We do have a lot to do. The list is long--do you have the new one, or do I? Actually, I'll probably see you before you write back, or call you at least, so, really, it won't make much of a difference, me asking you.

Good-night.

P.S. Sara, I know you told Abby to post on the blog if she got the job at the IMA, and I see that she has not. She is now an intern. We are all very, very proud of our little worker.