We Made It to CNY Without Incident. I'm at the Folk's and Tunga's at Paul's House (His Old Boss). The Ride Was Stunning

Karal's a fan of Papa Butch. He wanted to ride up to the store, so I took him, and he returned with $50 in dog treats and more jam, "I ran out. I need more." So we picked up two jars, so the other 7 jars already in the fridge could meet new friends. 

Also scored a roast beef Wegman's sub, so how could a day be better? 

The hardest part of the trip was the drive from Stratford to Stamford. 24 miles and 60 minutes. Connecticut traffic. 

Mom and Dad are in their routine of yelling at each other...Dad playing pathetic invalid who never gets any attention, mom screaming at him for doing everything wrong. TV on full blast. The way it is supposed to be. Loud. Comical. Predictable. Wonderful.

Not sure what to expect from today. Dad wants to go shopping for new jeans. Mom is getting her hair done. I'm just going to fly with the openness and chaos of it all, needing to get away from the CT nonsense to relax a short while with a different routine.

Ah, but the changing of the trees...so beautiful. We timed it wonderfully.