…… and sincerest apologies.
I seem to be the worst blog writer ever.
And I can’t even tell you why.
Well, I mean, I could say that I’ve been busy …… but that’s not a great excuse. I haven’t been all that busy.
If you don’t count traveling.
I did go to Spain last week.
Do you like how I just dropped that like it was a trip to the supermarket?
It was kind of like name-dropping, wasn’t it?
Son #1 asked me if I wanted to go to Spain with him for his vacation …… and of course I said, “Of course.”
We had a great time.
Even if he was ultimately trying to kill me.
We traveled all over the country almost every single day.
I think I may be “traveled out” for a while.
Of course it didn’t help that we flew back to New York yesterday.
And this afternoon I got on another plane and flew to Texas.
Ummmmmmm, yeah …… I have no idea what I was thinking when I planned that one.
Except that I needed to spend more time in Texas.
Gracie and I got home at around 6:30 tonight.
For a dog who didn’t go to Spain, she certainly didn’t have one of her best travel days.
She whined and yelped and cried for the entire trip. Not constantly, but enough that I was pretty tense for 3 and a half hours.
She didn’t sleep at all. She’d sometimes be quiet for maybe 15 minutes, and then she’d let out a high-pitched cry. From under the seat in front of me.
Fortunately the woman who had the middle seat was very kind and didn’t seem to be bothered by her.
And to be fair, she wasn’t all that horrible. I think it’s like when you have a baby on a plane and are tensed by every little cry, thinking everyone around you is hearing the cries and getting fed up.
Or maybe that was just me.
Suffice it to say that she’s not my favorite companion today.
But that’s also because every thirty minutes or so she starts growling and barking at the front door …… like someone’s trying to break in.
It’s very nerve-wracking.
And a wee bit unsettling.
She may be sleeping in the laundry room tonight.
Anyway, my bags are in my room …… still fully packed.
My mailbox is also still fully packed. That’s because it’s been raining non-stop and I haven’t been motivated to go empty it.
I’m also pooped.
Jet leg, plus the time change, plus a nasty cough that has kept me from sleeping soundly over the past two days equals a pooped me.
Fortunately I have a checkup tomorrow so maybe I can get some good cough medicine. You know, the stuff that knocks you out long enough to sleep.
By the way, I picked this cough up in Spain.
Is a cough one of the signs of Ebola?
Hopefully I’ll get caught up on laundry, groceries, mail, etc. tomorrow so that I can also post some pictures from the trip.
Unless of course I have Ebola.
Although if I have to spend 21 days in quarantine then I guess I’ll have plenty of time to post pics.
Always a silver lining.