Twin Furballs

Greg's and Meg's dog, Bailey, left, and our Sugar Maureen in Vermont.

I'm too tired to write much. I was busy supervising day 2 of our belongings moving back from storage. [H. supervised day 1.] The second truckload arrived at 14 Nassau today. Then I spent hours sorting through files here at the condo and throwing stuff out.

I have to say, it feels good to do all this. I was dreading it, but it feels positive and right.

My pal Sug was with me all day, patiently watching me clean out the basement, mow through piles of paper. She is in exhausted position now, too. But in Vermont on Saturday, she happily followed Bailey on a two-hour jaunt over the mountains and through the woods. She was also proudly modeling her monogrammed Lands' End winter coat from the Mernin family. Link: http://www.landsend.com/pp/DogSquallJacket~213057_-1.html?bcc=y&action=order_more&sku_0=::ADB&CM_MERCH=search-_-dog&origin=search. Long live the Bichon. Good night.


Photo by Figgy.