An escape from the world, no doubt about it. Like living in a hotel in Switzerland. Write, read, play ukulele, eat at one of three options (or at home), let weekly housekeeping deal with mess, watch nightly movies that appeal to me, bake bread for strangers, hop the MAX, walk to Starbucks, play games or join groups, or hide in secluded spots inside and out ... I expect to love it. But I worry about Harriet. Hard to please. And having a bad day.
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