That list is coming along. I stayed up until six in the morning stitching up the last of the zines (while watching The Girl Who Played With Fire). They look so good. Heavy paper, clear black type, bright stitching. I biked to the post office a couple of hours ago, and now I am sitting in bed, looking forward to reading and writing in my journal. I scrubbed some of the cupboards yesterday, and Tim and I took turns battling several years' worth of grease from previous tenants above the range top. I also washed the sheets, and my shoes. Progress.