the last day

My last day of work for two weeks. I thought this day would never come.

I came home from work yesterday and found good friends on my deck. It was their 16th anniversary of marriage. We ate steak and lobster and drank some good wine. They are very dear to us and I cannot imagine navigating the lives we live without them. Knowing that at the end of a particularly rough week we can sit down and debrief is salvation.

I have books to be picked up at the library.

I have received word that other good friends have arrived at their destination in Ontario and shall be setting up their new life.

Off I go.