I tried to clean up and pack the apartment here in Denver. Right now is when I question how much I love these pets. Dang they make a mess. I'm starting to eyeball them and wonder how they'd taste on toast.
I thought my illness was about over, but I get out of breath about every 5th step. I'll have to pace myself. I can still do it. I'm giving up, the place is at least 1/2 packed and sort of organized. I can finish on Sunday when I come through to move out! (sorry Su!, you'll have to watch me clean, unless you want to help).
Nothing like hitting the road at 3am. I want out of Denver before traffic starts. I don't mind driving across Kansas in the dark, nothing to see anyways. I have to stop and get a drink in Hays, birthplace of my father. Not much to see there either!
happy trails to you....
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