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Home again, home again, jigitty-jig. I won't be leaving again.

This week has been challenging from a standpoint of getting the new home in order. So much to do, but it's almost all done and I'm ready to get back to work on Monday morning (yes, from the comfort of my living room). The furniture we need to make this place a home has been bought and delivered. There's more to come, but at least we now have a bed to sleep on and couches upon which to sit.

In between errands, let's see . . .

I visited family, both biological and not. I got up to Capitol Hill yesterday for dinner at the Grill and coffee from Vivace's. (For those of you who read my story, "The Man Behind the Curtain," yes, Vivace's is a real place and you will not get a better cup of coffee in Seattle.) I went to a Mariner's double-header with my buddy Nat (Good to see you again, man!) and had dinner at the Hit it Here cafe on the house courtesy of another great friend who just so happens to work there . . . Cameron, again, you are a king. We were treated like V.I.P's that afternoon, and it was a wonderful homecoming present.

Best part of the Mariner's game? We were playing the Indians. Yes, the Cleveland Indians. I didn't care about the score, because even if the Indians won, they still had to go back to Cleveland. I got to stay here.

My daughter got a job at the first place she applied. It's this incredible Irish Pub and Restaurant right down in Pioneer Square and, um, even though it's not something I'm allowed to have on my diet, the Guinness they pour is probably the best I've ever had.

Yeah, so, um, I cheated on my diet yesterday. I'm on vacation. Sue me. More Guinness and at least three Irish Car Bombs followed. And that my friends, is the last time I drink for at least a couple of months. Fun, no hangover, but still it's not good for me. But every once in a while . . .


Besides, I'm on vacation. And what does that say about your life when the city in which you live is the place you want to go for your vacation? It says you're finally happy where you are.

There are worse ways to live.

Joseph Haines, signing off from The Edge of the Abyss.

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