Me and Iggy

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Lodge, I bid you a fond(ish) farewell. I will miss your large tracks of land, your cold AC on a hot July afternoon, your fireplace marshmallow roasts in midwinter, your lazy deck with the reading couch. But I will not miss your location. Or your absence of counter space in the kitchen. Or broken windows in the sun room.

Are Iggy and I happy to be moving?


Yes.

Are we laughing at those who still have squirrel problems and the closest fun thing to do is to go to the McDonalds across the street?

Well, yes. Yes we are.