After 2 years of semi trucks rumbling along about ten feet away from our sleeping heads, the near silence of our house is almost overwhelming.
The cats are easing from slightly freaked out, to slightly blissed out. All will be well when the new cat tower arrives later this week.
The dog is mostly blissed out. BOOM out the door in the morning. Race race race about at full speed. I wish I could still get on the couch, he says with his soulful eyes, but the multitude of memory foam beds will suffice.
Really good salami and a $75 bottle of wine = a good first night.
Culling a huge amount of clothing = liberating.
Realizing that the answer is THE pair of black boots = search is on.
Deciding to return the ill fitting jeans and trying another pair = hopeful.
10k a few days away = man will I be whopped. But it's going to be a blast.
New house rules.
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