Sunday, August 8, 2021

Two Halves to a Day - Brunch Followed by Karal Controls the Rest of the Day (Which Means Cleaning)

With news Nikki could get extreme overtime pay, the sister-unit chose to head back to Syracuse a day early, but not before doing a tour of Stamford, and seeing Chitunga's apartment. We also did brunch at Oak & Almond in North Norwalk, where I got my Brioche French toast, Cynde had a frittata, and Nikki/Chitunga each ordered salmon & eggs Benedict. Although the service was a wee bit shotty, the food was good. Tunga said, "Never again," however, but I'd be willing. Laughing, too, because Cynde said, "An egg-McMuffin is all I need," but she seemed to get the best meal. Smoked salmon is an acquired taste (especially for breakfast. I can see why Chitunga wasn't 100% thrilled by his order).

They headed back to Syracuse - made it safely - and I got stuck in heavy traffic for 90 minutes trying to get back to Stratford. When I got home, I wanted a nap, but it turned into Karal's nap and me being pushed into the cactus. I turned on the Olympics, and began power cleaning, getting everything arranged for a return Monday afternoon into a surgically-impaired Crandall-ready home. 

This included a Karal bath, which is always fun, as she seems to enjoy being in the water...even lays down. I personally think she just loves the scratches and rubs. I simply am thrilled I got some of the loose hair off. She's been a shedding nightmare.

Afterwards, we did our usual hike so she could dry off and then I returned to grill Hoffman hotdogs, a gift from Cynde. Most of my current life, it must be understood, is spent having this stare-down, where Karal wants to play, walk, wrestle, sleep in my lap, eat, have a biscuit, or go for a car ride. 

I love having visitors, although short-lived this time, and I know the kayaking will be remembered always (I hope the food, too). Cynde slept downstairs on the last night and warned me about rolling over in the cactus. I guess I should have listened. 

I have, though, made the adjustment. 

Okay, Sunday....let's see how you unravel yourself. 

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