We are, of course, in La Posada, Winslow, on our way back to LA - a departure distinguished by my going to turn down the thermostat on the water heater, and finding that some water tank on the boiler/furnace had corroded in two places and has been dripping rusty water for a couple of weeks (amazing how plumbers don't return Emergency calls ....). So after failing to deal with that (except by turning off the water), we then had a yowling, screaming kitten in several ranges of operatic register for a couple of hours, before he settled down - something he's now very reluctant to do in a hotel room ... I have an entire Hamley's Toy Department bag of toys for him; as ever, trying to impress that Moth is Not a Toy, and that pillow ... that's protecting Alice's toes. Toes in a bed! What fun! Who knew!!
I'm about to put him in his traveling - what would one call it? Tent? Crate? - and hope that we get some sleep ...
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