If I didn't have such a fun job travelling the USA and selling umbrellas to the wet & weary, I would be an interior designer. I love making home. I think I learned it from my mom. Anyway, I just found this, which is about to become the biggest time-eater of Winter-Ought-Six. It is like going for a lonely walk in the early evening, and none of the homes on the street have the curtains drawn and you can see in. A professor of mine once spoke of the Dutch during the enlightenment as never having curtains drawn -- there was nothing to hide. I love looking in on others' personal zones. So intimate & interesting.