Hi-ho.

Off to work I go.  It's one day a week, how can I resent it?

And it's the best kind of work I can think of - helping out a wonderful old lady whose life story is seriously the stuff of legend.

And yet ....  I just regret leaving my home, even for a few hours, now I have it like I want it (N.B., the wonderful three-canister set was found at a great resale shop that supports inner city school children).

I guess the point of it all, is that I get to come home to it, again.

Milady awaits!  See you later.