We are having a spate of good weather here and you could almost forget that r*** actually exists. (It is certain to reappear with a vengeance once The Sister arrives for her fun. =S)
It felt good and so freakin’ luxurious for a weeknight that I could easily get carried off by The Good Life. I can walk the walk and enrich the company I am in – so, do I deserve it? The down-trodden part of me that endeavours to make every experience bittersweet says otherwise.