I'm just sitting here at the laptop looking out the window to the balcony. Chloé is crawling around in her diaper and a t-shirt on the new-and-not-yet-completely-painted-trunk. She just ate a pear and I'm afraid her sticky fingers will stain the one coat of paint I managed this week. "Cecilia" is playing on the mix-CD on the stereo, and Chloé is singing, maybe "Cecilia." The sun is shining but the clouds are rolling in with the wind. It's at the same time too hot and too cold to be running around without pants on.