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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