They’ve chopped down the big old oak tree outside my window. It’s very strange to suddenly have a totally different view. What’s kind of sad is that I can just see the remaining trunk peeking out from the bottom of the window, as if the old oak is trying its hardest to stay noticed. I have more sky, and more clouds, which is always nice for me, and it feels a little like I’m in a different room, which is always kind of interesting, but I think I’m going to miss the big old oak tree.