Finally, finally got all my stuff out of the townhouse. And somehow, despite my White Russian hangover from last night, managed to have a really good day. Or perhaps it was because of the hangover. After all, I slept until 10am, an hour after my alarm rang, and only woke up at my dog’s insistence. It was a beautiful day, sunshiny and warm, the kind of day I love. The dog and I took several long walks. We even rolled around in the grass on the Esplanade to celebrate our new lives.
