On the positive side of things, tomorrow I have an hour Swedish massage booked at Bliss Spa.
To celebrate Mauro's first week of working in the city, he surprised me with dinner (frozen yogurt) in hope that my throat (and self) would start to feel better. As his staying over until work tomorrow morning, he also gave Barnby a shower and surprised him with a doggy cupcake from Sprinkles (you can swoon over him now)
Another highlight of my day was when Barnby and I were walking, we came across a lady in an electric wheelchair who was in her sixties. As I was tieing him up outside to quickly run in a shop, she started to remote her wheel chair in our direction. She had a tube down her throat and looked really sick, but she started to try and talk to me. She also had a computer screen that could generate what she wanted to say, but instead she was to busy enjoying Barnby, who I had picked up and undone in order for her to see and pet. She told me that she used to have a Shitzuh and that he was such a very good boy. The conversation went on for about 16 minutes, but it made me realize how lucky I am to have Barnby, and how precious life really is (yes, my sentimental story of the week!).
As London's creeping up, I'm starting to pack my new suit case. Of course packing for 12 days is 24 outfits (because of how indecisive i am!) so I'm having a major anxiety attack on what to wear, and what shoes to pack. I've also come up with logistic thinking that the more I pack, the less I can buy because there wont be room to fly it back to New York. Therefore I can not over pack my suit case.
|We can all pretend this is Barnby and I (hahaha)|