I LOOOOOVE this street. So much quieter than Muir avenue in Toronto where we lived for 8 years.

Billy is asleep next to me and Laurel is finally eating. I had to carry him downstairs because he had missed meal time again.

The patio door is open and I am, against my resolution last night, smoking a joint.

The evening is nice and wonderful.

I have a heck of a lot of cleaning of my room to do for tomorrow. Tomorrow is the mold remediation guys. I hope they clean up after themselves well tomorrow night though they come back Tuesday. The cats will be boarded at the vet for the day of the treatment of the attic.