While Sunday was relatively uneventful it wasn't without its charm as well. I'll just give you the highlights without going into a play-by-play: more sweating and heavy lifting, a discovery that my cat's stitches from her spaying had come out and I could peer into her abdominal cavity (if only slightly), and a night spent at Adam's house... minus the pleasure of feeling like I'd be waking up to someone who'd be happy to see me, as that hasn't been the case in months.
Monday included thrilling events such as, forgetting my laundry at Adam's house and having to drive back to get it and walking in on Adam's dad in his underwear when I thought he would be at work and he thought I'd be anywhere but there. But, without question, getting out of the shower and realizing I had packed all my towels and then an unsuccessful attempt at drip-drying, and then finally resorting to drying myself with paper towels, was the crowning jewel of my day.
Despite it all, I managed to get everything done and get on my flight. I managed to make it as far as London. Now if I can make through the eight-hour layover, the two hour flight to Rome, lifting my luggage onto the train to get into the city and then take a taxi to the Tantazzi's, I can begin the task of starting a new job as a nanny, in a new house, with a new family, in a new country.
I think it's nothing a gelato can't help.
