Crossing That Bridge

Well, our time at the Staybridge is winding down - time to start cleaning our own bathrooms again. No more overchlorinated swim-time; no more questionable, but free, breakfasts. We're moving into our new house in 4 days, and we're ready. What a strange summer it's been.

On the up side, we've done lots of carefree (summer) things this year - played Marco Polo in the pool, watched the fireworks over a lake in New Hampshire on the 4th of July, gone to the beach and eaten fried clams.

But it's time to resume the happy bone-tired-ness of homeownership once again. I'm going to rest up and wait for the movers and the cable guy. And the asbestos guy. And the refrigerator guy.