Spent the whole morning listening to Bach. Some because every suite gives a different heartbeat to a soul, but mostly because I thought John Noble's role in The Good Wife (which I saw a long time ago,) was overwhelming.

Very rainy outside. Just politely mourn-ous. Can't call him yet, as he's a late sleeper, but certainly thinking about him all the time. Fuck, but he feels so very far away. The next room is fucking too far away. Some people are ridiculously addictive.

He's in one of the little houses in the middle of the picture. The middle ones. Didn't even notice the lake behind them while I was there. I was distracted by my passion for unpacking :D