Diving

Everything was exactly where I left it thursday. Normally that would be lovely, but when you are in the middle of a humongous move with piles of stuff everywhere, not so much.

I did manage to clear off the piano. Why is there a piano in the warehouse you ask? I have no idea. It was just there and I have adopted it. I'd like a big candelabra to put on top too. tWill amuse me. It would have been even better if it had been an organ, so I could bust out the Phantom of the Opera theme as people enter my Dungeon.

I stopped at the lake on the way home, to say hi to the many, many ducks and the returned gulls. The sun was out, the snow is melting with reckless abandon and all was well.
Hurray, said everyone.