Nothing better than New York City on a clear, crisp, humidity free day.
Everything looks stellar.
Leaving soon on a jet plane with trepidation as flying under Agent Orange’s dictatorial domination is risky.
Heading to a warmer climate and a pool to rehab hubby.
If all goes well I am looking forward to swimming laps, no television, living behind secure gates and savoring a hefty club pour.
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