Sometimes it's important to pause and remember the things that you have acheived. And this month, we've done a few.
We went to Glasgow on a glorious summer's day, meeting up with someone who knew Mr Twinky from School.
We went shopping and I bought clothes without being prompted.
We went to four shows in the Fringe.
We packed up and successfully sold our old flat in Dublin.
We had visitors for the weekend.
Mr Twinky had a week's worth of classes, that went very well. And also jury duty - although he wasn't picked as he is a cat.
I saw the troup of performing monkeys. Twice.
I finalised most of the arrangements for Mr Twinky's forthcoming birthday, and successfully kept a lot of secrets. I mean a lot.
There are many words I could say about Dublin. However, they would all - at this point - be tinged by the fact that for the last 18 months or so, we have been trying to sell our flat. We've ended up selling it for less than we bought it for, and fully expect it to recover in value over the next couple of years. This is all not good.
We stood in the flat on Sunday morning, having cleaned it thoroughly on the Saturday before. It is, it has to be said, a stunning flat to look at.
There are things about any flat that get you down, though. We had some great neighbours. We had some hellish neighbours. We got some evicted, once. Ah, happy happy memories.
We drove back. The coast road up from Stranraer to Glasgow was stunning, partly due to the season and the weather, and partly due to the preponderance of shirtless chavs taking their feral children for a paddle. We held hands a lot.
It wasn't the dream ending to a life of international travel. It was the end of an era, though.
Dublin: See you again soon.