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January 29, 2007
The Only Thing Sadder Than A Dead Horse...
...is packing up to go home after a weekend away.
So Barbaro is dead. The real shame, it seems to me, is that they tried to rehab him for 8 months before finally "putting him down." But I digress.
Ms. RBT and I are leaving in an hour to head back to our real lives, and it is indeed a sad sight. The car is packed with dirty clothes, used bedsheets, and a hodgepodge of new purchases, layers of coats, scarves, hats, and gloves, and various computer equipment (it was, after all, a "working vacation").
We had planned on playing a farewell game of Scrabble before leaving, but instead decided to make the most of the sofas by the fireplace to continue our work until the very last moment. So here we are, with the clock counting down to 6 p.m., and I'm very sad to be turning in the keys to this charming house and starting the journey back to reality.
Comments
Sure, coming back to a week filled with cultural activities (a play, an indie movie, a band) is hard...but come on back! We miss ya!
Posted by: Elizabeth at January 29, 2007 05:26 PM
