December 9, 2007
Slept well last night after a bottle of celebratory champagne. My bed was a heavenly nest of bliss after two weeks of groveling around on air mattresses in varied degrees of deflation. Woke up to sunshine and the ability to drink coffee from my favorite mug at my own desk while reading “PostSecret”, my Sunday ritual. Even though it looks like a box bomb went off, the house is prettier and more welcoming with furniture in it, and I’m happy with my familiar things around me. I think the kittens are, too. They’re happily exploring and napping. Home at last.