It feels incredibly bizarre. I am nine years old again. I am not talking very much. My brother is teaching us all about his ipod. It's huge and holds all his music - 60 gig. (Of course, I have the 80 gig video ipod - but I still don't know how to use it.) What is it about family that you suddenly revert back to old patterns?
It's interesting that at I haven't been saying much since I have been at my parents. (In my real world, I talk all the time - too much in fact).
So anyway the other night - we went and looked at the northern lights - here are some pictures:


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