Hungover

I am hungover both literally and metaphorically. Packed up the house Tues, Weds, Thursday, barely staying one step ahead of the packers. Going away party for Becky, work, on Thursday night, leading to a wine-soaked Italian meal until the wee hours. Last night, we had our going away party.. really nice time with so many great friends at the Orchard, which has been one of our favorite restaurants and bases since we arrived here. The band played. It was a late night and today… I can barely move or think.

Lots of pictures coming soon if I can get them off my camera.