A couple flights and bad Ubers and we’re home again- spent most of last night passed out on the couch with pups all over me, reminding me that I should never ever leave them. There was one sticky moment… Rick got me a Stitch huggie/clingy thing that was hanging onto my bag when I parked it on the floor by the couch. Bree apparently thought we’d gotten it for her and had the little guy in her mouth, ready to take him somewhere for slow painful death by disembowelment.
I’m glad to report that Stitch was rescued and is safely parked on my desk at this time.
Because Albuquerque, the weather’s drizzly and in the 40s today, so after sleeping in, we went out to see Detective Pikachu, did some shopping that needed doing, holed back up to play video games and watch old TV. (This wasn’t really by my choice, Bree the Corg told me that I needed to be lap accessible so she could spend a lot of time snuggling. I don’t really say no to Bree if I can help it.)
In short, it’s good to be home and it’s nice to know we were missed by our little beasties. I’d had a spate of gardening planned, but the weather seems to be telling me not to mess around with all that, and really, who am I to argue with the weather and the corg?
New adventures on the horizon- heading to Brwyn Mawr in July for our first LARP experience… vending events in June, August, and September.. a new book to write come November… back to Orlando next February for a week of Star Warsy exploration. When I think about how busy the coming months are going to be, I’m a little extra glad that we got to take this breather with just the two of us now.
If for no other reason than I got to do a Spock eyebrow lift at the guy who briefly attempted to sell me on ‘getting to stay at this hotel in Venice where kings and queens have stayed’. Not saying it’s not a nice place, I’m sure it’s lovely (for a city that has always looked to me like a slowly rotting sinking sewer). But it’s not an adventure on this purple haired girl’s bucket list.
So what’s my point?
Go find an adventure every now and again. YOUR adventure, not someone else’s… you’ll find it rejuvenates the spirit.
Curiouser and Curiouser 