The Cannons have left Phoenix and are heading toward southern New Mexico where they will mess around for a few days and then they’ll be driving to Albuquerque. I feel like Simon LeGre as I (strongly) urge my construction people on to get everything in place by Wednesday afternoon. If that really happens, then I will put kitchen stuff away on Wednesday night, and Thursday afternoon my friend Barb will tackle the house cleaning. (You know, our dogs are absolutely useless around the house?) Wednesday Inca will get a bath and serious combing because she is shedding great clumps of that never-ending red hair.
I’ve not had time to plan anything, but we’ll figure it out as we go . . . I think they’re crossing the border now . . . they’re coming to get ya Feebs . . . I’m going to padlock Holmes to a wall because someone might try to steal him.
