And ... it’s Wednesday.
Happy Hump Day, all.
Is kitteh in process of being hypnotized?
Good Morning Floof looks mahvelous today.
The nieces (with one husband in tow) made it to my village, at around 1530 MDT and we loaded up. Since the day after I moved in, the neighbor in my building has parked in front of her apartment. Without fail. Yesterday, because there was strange car with Idaho plates, devoid of passengers in her assigned spot (pit stop and gathering my travel gear) she decided she wanted to park there.
Then she saw it was MY visitors, and still insisted they move. They did. We loaded up. Sixteen hundred hours, and we are on the way. The wind was blowing but not bad for Hurricane, which got its name from the wind, until such time as we got out of the Slot Canyon.
Number Five niece, who has never driven in real city traffic, had to drive through Las Vegas at rush hour and she was almost a nervous wreck by the time we got to Boulder City.
We faced high winds and volumes of dust for 300+ miles, and made it into Mesa around 0100 hours MDT this morning. Barely five hours of sleep and I was up and ready for the day. But wait. I didn’t know the Wi-Fi password, so I had to cool my heels while I waited for Number One niece to wake up.
In the meantime, I spied a very large photo of Billary and Hill in this gal’s study. I need to find another place to stay. The viewing is tonight and the funeral tomorrow, and I’ll be a prisoner until probably Sunday morning.
Unngh!