Down to the last bit of the week. In a scant few minutes, I will be
heading home to the great white north with a truckload of stuff in boxes
and bins. I don't know exactly where I'll put it all yet, but I'll
figure that out when I get there.
I want to leave. I want to be gone. The clock is moving interminably
Cuddle time with the pooch tonight. There will be happiness and
playfulness, and general dogness. And a weekend away from work.
Now if only I had downtime in a hot tub with some spicy babes, my
weekend would be complete.
Time to go.