Dear Florence
Our old apartment was sold last week. I am two weeks into a new job and Tallboy is about to take on a new role at work. It really is the end of one chapter and the start of another.

One of my biggest stresses at the moment is feeling the crushing weight of too many books to read. I am almost scared that life is so easy, good and nice. For such a very long time life was excruciatingly hard. And then it slowly began to get better, in small but sure steps. I am quietly stunned that the steps have led to this point. I have an exciting job, a beautiful man, and a sweet cat. I live in a a lovely apartment surrounded by trees. My new job is quite a commute but I am finding the train trips an excellent chance to read more so I am very happy with the trade off.

I am writing this by the bedroom window, and glancing up periodically to look at the gorgeous wall of green through the window. It's mid afternoon and the weather is that typically perfect day that Sydney seems to get more than her fair share of- warm and clear and sunny. I am enjoying the tranquility.

GB