They had one TV in the living room, one in the bedroom and one on the outside. I guess so when you are eating outside at the campsite, you don't actually have to chat or look at nature or anything. We didn't watch any.

We plan to go back to Frankenmuth when my Mom visits, as she had the chicken dinner there when she was a little girl, in the 1930s!

Crap, pool closed. Guess I gotta get started on the mountain of laundry and housecleaning.

GBBO: Did his new bosses tell Paul Hollywood to be nicer this season?

Earlier today, I walked by a sign for our mayor's re-election, and wondered why he bothered to print up signs, because how is anyone running against him? And then I just got the sponsored Facebook ad for his opponent. So now I know!

Timelies all!

Gary and I took turns today wrangling Mr. S. Lots of running around.

Am in my new apartment. Squeaky took the trip well, but she has yet to some out of her carrier.

And for the first time in my life, I'm a suburbanite!

Congrats! Cats are weird. Loki is usually violently ready to get out of the carrier when we get home, but last night I had to bring him home in a ginormous borrowed hard carrier from the vet because he'd peed so freaking much in the soft carrier I took him in , it was soaked (this is a new thing. It's fucking annoying.) Anyway, he made his usual frenzied attempts at escape, but when I opened the door, damn cat wouldn't come out. It took Pumpkin going IN with him to evict.

Ok, Squeaky is now out and inspecting the new apartment. She's has yet to approve, though.

Yay for Suburbanite!Tommyrot - I am looking forward to hearing about your new adventures.

It's weird realizing I'll have to drive everywhere. That hasn't been true for me since high school.