Not as good as home, but it was kind of neat to sit under the gazebo in the hotel back garden with a mug of vanilla tay with honey, cream, and a couple o' drops o' vanilla extract at 2:00 AM. Wish I'd had a scone or two, but hey! I'd live.
Aye, it was cold. I was dressed for it. Jeans, thick socks, boots, T-shirt, overshirt, jacket, visored cap. I had my tay, and I thought. I was our for perhaps 45 minutes. Then I went in, lit the fire, and had another mug o' tay. I went out to the balcony a couple o' times before I finished it.
It was a couple o' days after this that the mullethead, and now I; just had to see. The end of the Mayan calendar. Then Samhain, then the Day Of The Dead, then 11/11/11; which meant nothin', considerin' the Gregorian calendar was crap, and then we were gettin' ready to go HOME. MY REAL HOME. My grand estate, where the cats and equines abided for now.
I don't like this lap top.
Oh, well. Off to political research land until the other two got up. We'd go home later, do the house when we got up, stuff our faces, and NOT GO GROCERY SHOPPIN'!!!!!! GODS, I LOVED THAT!!!!!!! We'd just stay in town.
Well, OK. Maybe we'd buy a few packs of scones, but. . .
I also have a slight cravin' for Muenster cheese on pumpernickle with garlic dills.
Damn! Well, one bag o' groceries is better than 3 or 4 trips to the car to drag in 4 bags o' groceries at a time, like when we had the equines. The puttin' all the stuff away. Anyway, the refrigerator here was mighty small compared to what we had at the house. We also didn't have a freezer here, not that we needed one.
Och!
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