Home again, home again
Steve and I got home Tuesday. We left San Antonio before 8 a.m. and by regulating our speed so we were never more than 5 miles over the speed limit got to Tuscon by 1900 Pacific Time. Steve was making noise about continuing on and getting home by midnight, but I disagreed. We stopped at a restaurant beside a Best Western and found that there was a bad storm overhead and continuing into eastern California. He also hit the wall when it came to exhaustion, so we checked into the BW and were out by 6 am. We got home about noon, had a bite to eat and then picked up Ivan. It took him about 10 minutes to remember who we were and where he was; his brain is only the size of a walnut.
The condo was HOT. We still don't have window coverings in the dining room and only paper ones in the living room, so it was close to 90 inside. We get the shutters Monday. I can't wait.
Last night after work, Steve went to go have High Beer at Hooters with Ryan. I wasn't really feeling into it, so I went home where Ivan sat on my lap for at least an hour as I watched movies on Netflix. Later we had chicken and he fell asleep snuggled with me. I hope he won't be mad when I bring home 9-month-old Little Kitty this afternoon.
The condo was HOT. We still don't have window coverings in the dining room and only paper ones in the living room, so it was close to 90 inside. We get the shutters Monday. I can't wait.
Last night after work, Steve went to go have High Beer at Hooters with Ryan. I wasn't really feeling into it, so I went home where Ivan sat on my lap for at least an hour as I watched movies on Netflix. Later we had chicken and he fell asleep snuggled with me. I hope he won't be mad when I bring home 9-month-old Little Kitty this afternoon.