Winston got sick again! Maybe he was healthy for about 5 days after he recovered from the last cold. I could not believe my own eyes when I saw him with a runny nose. Because of the stuffy nose, he did not sleep much during his nap and went to sleep at 7:30 pm. Then around 9:30 pm he suddenly got up from his crib, started coughing, and when I opened the door, I saw him holding onto the crib railing throwing up his dinner. Throughout all this, he hardly cried. I felt so sorry for him. He’s still just a baby.
After we cleaned up his crib, I put him down and he immediately closed his eyes and went back to sleep. He was so exhausted. I told a friend of mine about it, and she said that she really felt for me. She has 3 boys, and with each one of them having to build up an immune system, I imagine that the mother must by necessity develop a heroic personality. I guess I ought not to complain about my own suffering seeing my son sick with a cold.
If a toddler gets sick 12 times on average every year, does it mean that I have another 10 to look forward to until September 2011?
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Revisit "Anna Karenina"
I watched the BBC adaptation of Leo Tolstoy’s “Anna Karenina” when I was a kid. I don’t remember much except that my grandmother and mother both found Anna unbearable and Karenin likable. Their comments were, “What’s wrong with Anna? Karenin is such a nice guy. And that Count Vronsky is a rascal for sure.”
Somehow, I thought of watching it again when I found it on Netflix. No wonder I did not remember a thing from before –I could not have possibly possessed the intellect or experience to truly understand it. Tolstoy’s ability to understand human emotions is truly astounding. It is almost as if he lived through Anna’s experience. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he was gay after all, which made it possible for him to get a pulse on a woman’s feelings.
Yes, indeed I can see why my grandmother and my mother could not stand Anna. She was after all impetuous, impossible and unstable in the end. Yet at the same time, as a grown woman, I can also understand Anna and truly feel sorry for her, as her fate was inevitable. Nicola Pagett’s portrayal of Anna was terrific. Interestingly, I remember my mother telling me that she flipped through all the sections on Levin when she was reading the book. And here I was, fast-forwarding all the sections on Levin when I was watching the TV series. I really found him tedious. I suppose that he represented an individual with political ideals, whereas Anna was just an individual struggling with her personal happiness. However, ultimately what touches me is not abstract lofty ideals – it is always intensely personal and individualized feelings.
That is why we live – to experience a whole gamut of emotions through our experiences on earth. Perhaps I used to fool myself into thinking that our human existence is meant to make a big difference to the world, to the planet and to the whole universe. But now I realize that fundamentally the only thing that ever touches me viscerally is palpable and understandable human emotion. And Tolstoy was a master in capturing it with his masterpiece “Anna Karenina”.
Somehow, I thought of watching it again when I found it on Netflix. No wonder I did not remember a thing from before –I could not have possibly possessed the intellect or experience to truly understand it. Tolstoy’s ability to understand human emotions is truly astounding. It is almost as if he lived through Anna’s experience. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he was gay after all, which made it possible for him to get a pulse on a woman’s feelings.
Yes, indeed I can see why my grandmother and my mother could not stand Anna. She was after all impetuous, impossible and unstable in the end. Yet at the same time, as a grown woman, I can also understand Anna and truly feel sorry for her, as her fate was inevitable. Nicola Pagett’s portrayal of Anna was terrific. Interestingly, I remember my mother telling me that she flipped through all the sections on Levin when she was reading the book. And here I was, fast-forwarding all the sections on Levin when I was watching the TV series. I really found him tedious. I suppose that he represented an individual with political ideals, whereas Anna was just an individual struggling with her personal happiness. However, ultimately what touches me is not abstract lofty ideals – it is always intensely personal and individualized feelings.
That is why we live – to experience a whole gamut of emotions through our experiences on earth. Perhaps I used to fool myself into thinking that our human existence is meant to make a big difference to the world, to the planet and to the whole universe. But now I realize that fundamentally the only thing that ever touches me viscerally is palpable and understandable human emotion. And Tolstoy was a master in capturing it with his masterpiece “Anna Karenina”.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Winston got sick...
Winston caught a cold right after I came back from Boston. It really has been painful for me to see him sufer from the cold, with his eyes watery, nose runny and gasping for air every time he drinks milk or water or eat anything, as he needed his mouth to breathe.
He’s still at home with the live-in nanny, because I want to postpone the time when he will be catching all kinds of viruses and germs until he’s at least 2 years old. Therefore, I was not happy with the nanny or Michael. Of course, as a mother, I immediately noticed a lot of things – he was dressed too lightly, he did not have enough blanket on him, he was not separated from sick kids in the park, and his hands were not promptly washed or wiped after touching dirty things, etc.
Several friends told me that parents suffer more than the kids when the kids are sick, especially babies, and they are right. While I had a lingering cold for almost a month, somehow it was not that bad to me, except that I was constantly afraid of Winston catching it.
A friend warned me, “the year when my son went to daycare, I had never been sicker in my entire life. He brought home all kinds of nasty stuff, and I was almost constantly sick.” He asked me to brace myself for it! - I am already thinking about home logsitics when Winston goes to daycare next year. I will probably have to keep a nanny still – either a live-in nanny or a couple of part-time nannies that could be on call. Indeed it is so much work to raise a kid that I do wonder how others can handle more than one kid. Another friend said that he could not figure out how people could deal with even just one baby, since he already found it challenging to take care of just one dog! :)
Yes, perhaps I should brace myself for more illnesses to happen to poor little Winston. However, no matter how much I brace myself, I will probably still find it painful to see him sick.
He’s still at home with the live-in nanny, because I want to postpone the time when he will be catching all kinds of viruses and germs until he’s at least 2 years old. Therefore, I was not happy with the nanny or Michael. Of course, as a mother, I immediately noticed a lot of things – he was dressed too lightly, he did not have enough blanket on him, he was not separated from sick kids in the park, and his hands were not promptly washed or wiped after touching dirty things, etc.
Several friends told me that parents suffer more than the kids when the kids are sick, especially babies, and they are right. While I had a lingering cold for almost a month, somehow it was not that bad to me, except that I was constantly afraid of Winston catching it.
A friend warned me, “the year when my son went to daycare, I had never been sicker in my entire life. He brought home all kinds of nasty stuff, and I was almost constantly sick.” He asked me to brace myself for it! - I am already thinking about home logsitics when Winston goes to daycare next year. I will probably have to keep a nanny still – either a live-in nanny or a couple of part-time nannies that could be on call. Indeed it is so much work to raise a kid that I do wonder how others can handle more than one kid. Another friend said that he could not figure out how people could deal with even just one baby, since he already found it challenging to take care of just one dog! :)
Yes, perhaps I should brace myself for more illnesses to happen to poor little Winston. However, no matter how much I brace myself, I will probably still find it painful to see him sick.
On Route to Boston Again...
I wrote the entry below almost 2 weeks ago, but have been too busy to post it until just now....
I am on the plane again, and again flying from San Francisco to Boston, almost exactly one month after my previous trip. In a way, I am very happy about the business trip. I will get to meet with many different biotech companies, learning about their various programs. It is intellectually stimulating. I might have time to see a friend, but that is not even certain - this time the schedule is so tight that I have scheduled 36 face-to-face meetings at the conference, not to mention having to deal with my usual daily business emails at the end of the day and attending the conference receptions to make new contacts for business development purpose. Boston is now entering the fall season, which is considered by most people to be the best season for the city. I might be one of the few people on earth who have lived in Boston for years and who still love its hot, steamy and green summer than its cool, dry and colorful autumn. I love the idea of life at its prime, and never enjoy the season why things start to fall, wither and die. I was after all born in the heat of the summer. And so was my dear little darling boy Winston. Well, he probably does not like the hot summer as much as I do, since he was born in June, the beginning of summer, which is perhaps the most beautiful month of the year.
Ah yes my little Winston! Right now, he should be sound asleep in his crib for his afternoon nap. I have left detailed instructions for the nanny as well as Michael, but I still fret over numerous things. Will the nanny pay attention to the temperature change enough to change his clothes so that he’s neither too hot nor too cold? Will Michael remember to turn on the baby monitor at night before he goes to sleep? Will the nanny give him enough water and fruits so that he will not be constipated? Will Michael remember how to give him a bath and what to dress him at night? Will they remember to open his windows in the morning to air out his room, and close his window and door when he goes to sleep? The list goes on and on...
Indeed since I came back from the last trip to Boston, I caught a terrible cold that last for over 3 weeks. Even now I am still coughing. The stress associated with moving from South San Francisco combined with having to continue working while taking care of Winston has perhaps contributed further to weakening my immune system to fight off viruses and bacteria. I took the entire course of azithromycin, and then cough syrup with codeine, and finally started to recover. Meanwhile, Michael has stayed up alll night periodically to finish up his grand proposals. As one of my friends observed, middle-age is perhaps the hardest period of one’s life, when one has so many responsibilities at work and at home.
Winston has been going to the nearby parks. As I am writing, I start wondering if he’s now bored by the same park that the nanny likes to take him. She got to meet some other nannies and therefore likes to take him there. But he has such short attention spans! Maybe when I go back to Bay Area, I should tell the nanny to alternate among the parks. - I am already making a list of things to tell the nanny upon my return, even though I have not yet landed in Boston! :)
Speaking of the move, we finally moved from South San Francisco to sunny Palo Alto end of August. It was a lot of work but everyone is so much happier, including the nanny. In fact, she would not have come to work for me had it not been for the fact that we would be moving to Palo Alto soon. She did not like South San Francisco at all, for its weather, its neighborhood or its location.
When I took my parents-in-law to the airport last week, I took advantage of the opportunity to have lunch with a friend in Burlingame, and then got a facial and a haircut at places she recommended. It was essentially a half personal day for myself, and it felt great. Another friend told me, “I have learned in a very hard way that we need to take very good care of ourselves before we can take care of people around us.” Perhaps that is something I should keep in mind. Indeed when I feel good, I can do much more than when I feel awful emotionally or physically.
So perhaps I will not push myself to host that house-warming party any time soon. I will take it easier.
I am on the plane again, and again flying from San Francisco to Boston, almost exactly one month after my previous trip. In a way, I am very happy about the business trip. I will get to meet with many different biotech companies, learning about their various programs. It is intellectually stimulating. I might have time to see a friend, but that is not even certain - this time the schedule is so tight that I have scheduled 36 face-to-face meetings at the conference, not to mention having to deal with my usual daily business emails at the end of the day and attending the conference receptions to make new contacts for business development purpose. Boston is now entering the fall season, which is considered by most people to be the best season for the city. I might be one of the few people on earth who have lived in Boston for years and who still love its hot, steamy and green summer than its cool, dry and colorful autumn. I love the idea of life at its prime, and never enjoy the season why things start to fall, wither and die. I was after all born in the heat of the summer. And so was my dear little darling boy Winston. Well, he probably does not like the hot summer as much as I do, since he was born in June, the beginning of summer, which is perhaps the most beautiful month of the year.
Ah yes my little Winston! Right now, he should be sound asleep in his crib for his afternoon nap. I have left detailed instructions for the nanny as well as Michael, but I still fret over numerous things. Will the nanny pay attention to the temperature change enough to change his clothes so that he’s neither too hot nor too cold? Will Michael remember to turn on the baby monitor at night before he goes to sleep? Will the nanny give him enough water and fruits so that he will not be constipated? Will Michael remember how to give him a bath and what to dress him at night? Will they remember to open his windows in the morning to air out his room, and close his window and door when he goes to sleep? The list goes on and on...
Indeed since I came back from the last trip to Boston, I caught a terrible cold that last for over 3 weeks. Even now I am still coughing. The stress associated with moving from South San Francisco combined with having to continue working while taking care of Winston has perhaps contributed further to weakening my immune system to fight off viruses and bacteria. I took the entire course of azithromycin, and then cough syrup with codeine, and finally started to recover. Meanwhile, Michael has stayed up alll night periodically to finish up his grand proposals. As one of my friends observed, middle-age is perhaps the hardest period of one’s life, when one has so many responsibilities at work and at home.
Winston has been going to the nearby parks. As I am writing, I start wondering if he’s now bored by the same park that the nanny likes to take him. She got to meet some other nannies and therefore likes to take him there. But he has such short attention spans! Maybe when I go back to Bay Area, I should tell the nanny to alternate among the parks. - I am already making a list of things to tell the nanny upon my return, even though I have not yet landed in Boston! :)
Speaking of the move, we finally moved from South San Francisco to sunny Palo Alto end of August. It was a lot of work but everyone is so much happier, including the nanny. In fact, she would not have come to work for me had it not been for the fact that we would be moving to Palo Alto soon. She did not like South San Francisco at all, for its weather, its neighborhood or its location.
When I took my parents-in-law to the airport last week, I took advantage of the opportunity to have lunch with a friend in Burlingame, and then got a facial and a haircut at places she recommended. It was essentially a half personal day for myself, and it felt great. Another friend told me, “I have learned in a very hard way that we need to take very good care of ourselves before we can take care of people around us.” Perhaps that is something I should keep in mind. Indeed when I feel good, I can do much more than when I feel awful emotionally or physically.
So perhaps I will not push myself to host that house-warming party any time soon. I will take it easier.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
My First Business Trip After Winston's Birth
I just arrived in Boston for business – the first time I have taken a business trip out of town since Winston’s birth. This morning I woke up at 1:30 am thinking about what else I needed to tell Michael and the nanny regarding Winston’s schedule and habits. Usually in the darkest time of the night, I get really worried. I did not doze off until a few hours later, and then Winston woke up. The flight from San Francisco to Boston was supposed to be 6 hours long so I thought that I was going to catch up on my sleep on the plane. But no – I was completely wired the whole time, not reading or writing on my computer, but just constantly thinking about all sorts of things, mostly to prevent my mind from drifting to Winston’s cherubic face, as that would bring me to almost tears.
I now understand what it means to feel a “heartache” - he is so dear to me that I cannot even bear to think about him when I am so far away from him...
I now understand what it means to feel a “heartache” - he is so dear to me that I cannot even bear to think about him when I am so far away from him...
Sunday, August 8, 2010
My First Movie in the Theater Alone
Since Winston was born, I have seen many movies – on Netflix. The convenience it offers is unmatchable – I would often choose to watch a movie on Netflix Instant after Winston has gone to sleep, and if I fall asleep in the middle, I get to start where I left off exactly the next time. I could choose to abandon a boring movie and start a new one anytime.
But there is something about going to a movie theater that makes the movie-watching experience special. I can’t really describe it accurately. The difference between watching a film at home and seeing it in the theater is akin to the difference btween eating a great dinner at home and eating in a fancy restaurant. It’s got that extra edge of excitement – like I am going to do something fun. That sense of anticipation combined with the sense of sharing this experience with many other people I don’t know and will never know makes it not only special, but also somewhat exotic.
Therefore, when a friend recommended the movie “Inception”, I decided to see it in the theater. After all, I still live (as of today) 10 minutes away from a movie theater. Michael took his whole lab out for a hiking trip yesterday. My mom is still around and so is the new nanny. After I put Winston down for his nap, it turned out that it was right before the next show of “Inception” would start.
As I was walking into the theater, I was thinking to myself, “this is the first time in my life that I am going to see a movie in the theater by myself.” Perhaps because I would know no one at the theater, I was wearing completely mismatched clothes and shoes, and my hair must have been sticking out from my hasty combing in the morning. In the old days, if I were to get together with friends, I would at least try not to look too bad!
Well, maybe that’s the advantage of seeing a movie alone in the theater – I can be as dishevelled as I like. The movie itself is quite an exciting experience. Considering how I am a fanatical fan of “The Matrix” but absolutely did not like either of the two sequels, I genuinely hope that there will not be a sequel to this movie, despite the fact that the ending seemed a bit enigmatic. Sometimes it is better to have an enigma than a revelation. As a scientist-turned businesswoman, I am the ultimate proponent of clarity and pragmatism. But I think there is a place for everything. I would not want the allures of enigmas in my daily life or relationships, irrespective of how we as human beings are naturally attracted to such things. Yet on the other hand, I would not want to seek clarity or logic in fictions or fantasy, as that would either lead to disappointment in our own pedestrian life for its lack of excitement or spice, as fervent readers of romance literature are disillusioned by the lack of perfection in their own love lives; or it would lead to disappointment in an otherwise perfectly fascinating story, which could only have stayed perfect if we left it unresearched further.
That was my feeling regarding “The Matrix” trilogy, and it is my feeling with “Inception”. I am not certain that I know exactly what happened in the end, but that was just fine. I am sure that when my friend comes to visit Bay Area later this month, we could have an interesting discussion on our respective takes, reading much more into each gesture of Leonardo Dicaprioo than necessary – I should mention that I remain a fan of his. I know that “Titanic” is a silly movie for teenage girls, but I loved it nonetheless. While he seems to like working with Martin Scorsesee, I don’t like any of those movies he made with Scorsesee. I liked “Catch me if you can” and “Blood Diamond”. And I just really like him!
Enough of this stream-of-consciousness writing about movie-watching experience....
But there is something about going to a movie theater that makes the movie-watching experience special. I can’t really describe it accurately. The difference between watching a film at home and seeing it in the theater is akin to the difference btween eating a great dinner at home and eating in a fancy restaurant. It’s got that extra edge of excitement – like I am going to do something fun. That sense of anticipation combined with the sense of sharing this experience with many other people I don’t know and will never know makes it not only special, but also somewhat exotic.
Therefore, when a friend recommended the movie “Inception”, I decided to see it in the theater. After all, I still live (as of today) 10 minutes away from a movie theater. Michael took his whole lab out for a hiking trip yesterday. My mom is still around and so is the new nanny. After I put Winston down for his nap, it turned out that it was right before the next show of “Inception” would start.
As I was walking into the theater, I was thinking to myself, “this is the first time in my life that I am going to see a movie in the theater by myself.” Perhaps because I would know no one at the theater, I was wearing completely mismatched clothes and shoes, and my hair must have been sticking out from my hasty combing in the morning. In the old days, if I were to get together with friends, I would at least try not to look too bad!
Well, maybe that’s the advantage of seeing a movie alone in the theater – I can be as dishevelled as I like. The movie itself is quite an exciting experience. Considering how I am a fanatical fan of “The Matrix” but absolutely did not like either of the two sequels, I genuinely hope that there will not be a sequel to this movie, despite the fact that the ending seemed a bit enigmatic. Sometimes it is better to have an enigma than a revelation. As a scientist-turned businesswoman, I am the ultimate proponent of clarity and pragmatism. But I think there is a place for everything. I would not want the allures of enigmas in my daily life or relationships, irrespective of how we as human beings are naturally attracted to such things. Yet on the other hand, I would not want to seek clarity or logic in fictions or fantasy, as that would either lead to disappointment in our own pedestrian life for its lack of excitement or spice, as fervent readers of romance literature are disillusioned by the lack of perfection in their own love lives; or it would lead to disappointment in an otherwise perfectly fascinating story, which could only have stayed perfect if we left it unresearched further.
That was my feeling regarding “The Matrix” trilogy, and it is my feeling with “Inception”. I am not certain that I know exactly what happened in the end, but that was just fine. I am sure that when my friend comes to visit Bay Area later this month, we could have an interesting discussion on our respective takes, reading much more into each gesture of Leonardo Dicaprioo than necessary – I should mention that I remain a fan of his. I know that “Titanic” is a silly movie for teenage girls, but I loved it nonetheless. While he seems to like working with Martin Scorsesee, I don’t like any of those movies he made with Scorsesee. I liked “Catch me if you can” and “Blood Diamond”. And I just really like him!
Enough of this stream-of-consciousness writing about movie-watching experience....
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Upcoming Move
For the upcoming move to our new house near Stanford campus, I started looking for a moving company.
ACE Relocation handled my moves from Boston to San Diego as well as from San Diego to Bay Area. The first time it was great – we got up in the morning and packed up a suitcase for ourselves for a week, but did absolutely no packing. The movers showed up and packaged up the entire apartment in a matter of a couple of hours. Things showed up in San Diego in nice condition. The only downside was that I had to unpack so many boxes due to their excessive padding.
The second time, however, was not that great. We lost some items but they refused to pay for them even though we paid for extra insurance. The movers were not as efficient as the ones in Boston.
As this upcoming move is a local move, I thought that I would check out some cheap Chinese moving companies. Sure enough, they are a lot cheaper than others. But will they show up? - I asked on the phone a Chinese moving company referred to me by a friend, “what if you don’t show up on Saturday August 28? Should we sign some paperwork first?” he said, “Why would we not want to show up? We are running a business here. In fact, we don't have time to sign any paperwork." Then another friend told me that one of her former roommates did encounter that problem – the chinese moving company did not show up on the scheduled day. So I guess I will have to pay the extra money for an American moving company still.
Then of course the question is “what do we want to get rid of before moving?” Since Michael is the picky one with respect to furniture, I gave him a list of furniture stores recommended by other friends. Our current couch is the same one that we had when we were both graduate students in Boston area. I remember that it cost us only $60 to buy that used couch, sometime around 1997. Now for the 13 years since, we did look for couches but never could find anything that satisfies Michael. The fabric is tearing up so badly that I am sure that anyone who visits wonders why we are so cheap. My mom is a thrifty person, but even she mentioned several times that she did not see why we would still keep that old couch.
While the new house has all the appliances ready, it does not come with any window treatment. I went to Home Depot one day, hoping to decide on a kind of blinds. It had been a long time since I last went into a Home Depot store, as I am perhaps the extreme opposite of the “do-it-yourself” mentality. I know nothing about home improvement or gardening. It was overwhelming – I was shocked to see what one could buy in Home Depot. Literally one could build a house with stuff from Home Depot!
Needless to say, I was confused by the many varieties of blinds and shutters, and decided after a few minutes of browsing that perhaps this job should be left to Michael as well, in case he thinks that my taste is blinds is as bad as my taste in furniture.
I have to say that I really admire people who either have the courage to go through any home improvement projects or those who would even go through building up extensions of a house or a new house. After owning a house in San Diego for many years, I have remained as hopeless as ever about such things.
The weather in South San Francisco for the past few weeks has been atrocious – it’s so cold, windy and cloudy all the time that our heater still has to be turned on, in the middle of summer! For most people who work outside of this area, perhaps it’s okay to return to a house in this area after a whole day of seeing sunshine. However, since I have been working at home, it really has been dreadful. I can’t wait until we move to Palo Alto!
ACE Relocation handled my moves from Boston to San Diego as well as from San Diego to Bay Area. The first time it was great – we got up in the morning and packed up a suitcase for ourselves for a week, but did absolutely no packing. The movers showed up and packaged up the entire apartment in a matter of a couple of hours. Things showed up in San Diego in nice condition. The only downside was that I had to unpack so many boxes due to their excessive padding.
The second time, however, was not that great. We lost some items but they refused to pay for them even though we paid for extra insurance. The movers were not as efficient as the ones in Boston.
As this upcoming move is a local move, I thought that I would check out some cheap Chinese moving companies. Sure enough, they are a lot cheaper than others. But will they show up? - I asked on the phone a Chinese moving company referred to me by a friend, “what if you don’t show up on Saturday August 28? Should we sign some paperwork first?” he said, “Why would we not want to show up? We are running a business here. In fact, we don't have time to sign any paperwork." Then another friend told me that one of her former roommates did encounter that problem – the chinese moving company did not show up on the scheduled day. So I guess I will have to pay the extra money for an American moving company still.
Then of course the question is “what do we want to get rid of before moving?” Since Michael is the picky one with respect to furniture, I gave him a list of furniture stores recommended by other friends. Our current couch is the same one that we had when we were both graduate students in Boston area. I remember that it cost us only $60 to buy that used couch, sometime around 1997. Now for the 13 years since, we did look for couches but never could find anything that satisfies Michael. The fabric is tearing up so badly that I am sure that anyone who visits wonders why we are so cheap. My mom is a thrifty person, but even she mentioned several times that she did not see why we would still keep that old couch.
While the new house has all the appliances ready, it does not come with any window treatment. I went to Home Depot one day, hoping to decide on a kind of blinds. It had been a long time since I last went into a Home Depot store, as I am perhaps the extreme opposite of the “do-it-yourself” mentality. I know nothing about home improvement or gardening. It was overwhelming – I was shocked to see what one could buy in Home Depot. Literally one could build a house with stuff from Home Depot!
Needless to say, I was confused by the many varieties of blinds and shutters, and decided after a few minutes of browsing that perhaps this job should be left to Michael as well, in case he thinks that my taste is blinds is as bad as my taste in furniture.
I have to say that I really admire people who either have the courage to go through any home improvement projects or those who would even go through building up extensions of a house or a new house. After owning a house in San Diego for many years, I have remained as hopeless as ever about such things.
The weather in South San Francisco for the past few weeks has been atrocious – it’s so cold, windy and cloudy all the time that our heater still has to be turned on, in the middle of summer! For most people who work outside of this area, perhaps it’s okay to return to a house in this area after a whole day of seeing sunshine. However, since I have been working at home, it really has been dreadful. I can’t wait until we move to Palo Alto!
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