Peter Sellers

It's just past midnight, and I can't help but feel like I'm in a laundry mat. As I wait for my clothes to finish drying (resulting in what I hope will lead to an end in packing), I reflect on the events that transpired throughout the day; some of puzzlement, fun filled activities, and heartbreak. But more importantly... Which t.v. dinner is best: Spaghetti and Meatballs or Turkey Meal? And will the slug I found in our kitchen and swept outside with a broom survive?