Alone with Willy and the Crickets

Wooly, the Whippet

Wooly, the Whippet

Well, here I am, curled up on the couch with Wooly, the Whippet, trying not to succumb to the lure of the ‘This time next week I will be back in Vancouver working at my job’ game. It is way more fun to play it at the other end of a trip.. you know ‘This time next week I will be hugging an elephant in Thailand’ one?

Everyone has flaked off, the families have all moved on, Maria has gone to celebrate her Grandfather’s 90th birthday in Mexico City, Michel and Naiomi have gone to do whatever couples get up to. It’s now dark, the crickets have cranked the volume and the mosquitoes are in full attack mode. Gawd I hate those things… tiny with teeth bigger than they are. fuckers. I do have a party to go to. Good thing I have you guys to talk to, otherwise I might be lonely.

It will be good to be home, hugging the kitties and listening to my roomie bitch about her job.

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