Sunday.

I haven't written in awhile. I am so used to having written in a private journal for so many years that sometimes I don't really know how to write in a journal that I know can be read by others. It's a good exercise though. What do I have to hide anyway?

We are going to go down into Lincoln Park to the Paul Frank store. There are a whole bunch of very cool stores on Armitage Avenue. I like stationary stores too and I know of one near there. Sunday kind of stuff to do.

We are wanting to either clean or upgrade the cushions on our front porch furniture. We left the cushions out all winter and remarkably they are still in one piece. But dirty of-course. I washed one of them as a test in our washer and it came out as one big giant puffball. (The batting inside atleast)... Jason thinks that by drying it it might calm down a bit. The other idea would be to dry clean them. I suppose I could always just wash the surface of the cushions by hand. It's one of those things... replacement cushions the right size are HARD to find.