Holy cow,
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium we will spend in this condominium.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I will walk Monty here along Lakeshore watching the cars drive by.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium watching bad television, hoping a good movie will come on.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium before the last weekend.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I drive down the DVP into the downtown core to get home.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I spend thinking about snippets of events that happened to me at work.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I close the balcony door as it gets later because it gets cool enough that the sound of the highway beside us changes the equation.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I drive along to the Loblaws at the end of the street to buy our weekend groceries before I settle in for the evening.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I buy a bottle of wine from the LCBO there.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I slowly drive along Queen's Quay in traffic, watching people walk towards the parks there, and watching familiar faces stroll the sidewalks.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I run into neighbours in the elevators telling me they've heard we're moving and that they'll miss us.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium Monty makes the acquaintance of the concierge and the security guards and they tickle him under the chin and he plants himself wiggling at their feet.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I look out over the island airport and watch planes land.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium Spring lays in bed and reads her book.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium we talk about our day at work and the week ahead.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium that we sit and banish the thoughts of the day from our minds as we focus on tv or books or food or drink.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I go up the elevator.
This is the last Friday evening at this condominium I go down the elavator.
Holy cow.
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