Pillow space, on the move & more San Martino


This morning I woke up with little Miss Pillow hog. Coco was comfortably sprawled across not one but two pillows whilst my head rested on a postage stamp corner. And the thing of it is that she gets away with it! If I ever become a real parent I think it’s pretty clear who will be the boss of me.

We’re back at Mama’s so that I can pack all my crap again. I know it probably doesn’t make a lot of sense to most people however hauling half my stuff back here is easier than trying to pack in my tiny apartment. But there’s also another catch you see…there is a road entrance to my building after a long winding courtyard but they lock the gate from midnight to 6:00 a.m. and I don’t have a key. (I asked once and was told to fogettaboutit, clearly I don’t fit the mafia wife profile enough to warrant escaping the Feds at 3:00 a.m. like the rest of these dames).

I have to be at the airport at 6:00 a.m. and there’s no darn way I’m hauling a 50 pound suitcase down a hundred ancient steps at 5:00 a.m. to hail a taxi thankyouverymuch!

Anyways…as promised, here are a few more pics of those dudes at San Martino Hospital…

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About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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