Toodles

One more sleep until Spain. Unless you count the overnight flight. But I don't think I'll sleep much since I only really sleep on my stomach and that's impossible on the plane. Perhaps I'll doze. It'll be something like 4am my time when we arrive in Madrid and then the advice is to stay awake until it gets dark and pop melatonins to reset your clock. It worked fairly well coming back from Hawaii where the time change was the same. I'm sad about leaving Georgie for so long. I really would like to have another family to trade pets with on vacations. Maybe I should look on Craig's list or post something there to that effect. He has exercise time outside of the cage at the kennel, but it's not the same as sleeping with people in a real home. Plus the moolah. Over three hundred bucks for 15 days in the kennel. That comes to about five bucks a turd to pick up and five bucks a feeding. I told Serge we should turn our house into a mini kennel but he reminded me that we live on top of people who might not like the ticky ticky ticky of the pet paws constantly on the hard wood floors.

I don't know how often we'll have internet access but I'll try to update a couple of times during our stay. It's apparently unseasonably cold there with freezing temps still. It figures since we have been above normal for weeks. Sticky blocking patterns in the atmosphere this year.

I was looking yesterday for something like a GPS drive narrative for our long drives between cities in Spain. Something that would talk about the little towns we would be passing, historical tidbits and any trivial information. I was surprised that that didn't exist. There are plenty of podcasts in cities and walking tours, but not for when you're on the road. It would be a zillion dollar idea, no? Well, now somebody will do it and make all that money. I should have probably kept my mouth shut.

Don't miss me too much now y'all. Mwah!