Good Evening
This is the time I'd normally get home to the old apartment. Instead I've been home at the new place for an hour. Ian hooked up the clothes dryer, so I've run one load of laundry. I broke down the mountain of cardboard boxes in the living room, took an online quiz in American Government, browsed LJ, and wrote a condolence card for a co-worker. What a lovely, relaxing evening.
A girl could get used to this.
T.
A girl could get used to this.
T.