“Deprivation has started to set in. There is a humungous yard sale going on. Grandma needs medication.
Guide Dog Aunt has a poodle, um, Aunt-Fayoumis is around. Uncle-Fayoumis is not. Neither is Guide Dog Uncle. Uh. My Uncle Davy's oldest boy and his wife have been here.
Everything's [whistles] I'd say interesting? I'd say boring?
There's a lot of stuff getting moved around and a lot of assorted dust and grime and ... evidently there are black widow spiders around. And that that does not thrill me, quite understandably.
*sigh* I don't like spiders. I really don't like poisonous spiders very much either.
eh... that's life.
I expect that there will probably be five million messages in my in-box when I get back. The text message thing is open, should be open, who knows if I'm actually getting any. I haven't gotten any so far. Is that you guys or is that my end? I don't know.
nyerrr. ... Guide Dog Aunt is on one of her health food kicks again, which means no joy for anybody. *giggles* She does that. The magic word is Trader Joe's, though. I'd say you get things like jam. ... uhhhh
I feel like I'm camping and underpacked.
Talk to you guys later, hope to hear from some of you. I'm probably going to crash out for the night now. Goodnight, guys.”