I am back in Halifax. I am watching this week's scintillating episode of The Walking Dead. I can't express how much I love this show. I wish it could be on every day like a soap opera or something.
Today was my mother's birthday. I decided to drive down on Saturday to spend a little extra time with her. She says hi.
Newbie doesn't say hi. He was sullen on the trip back to Halifax. As I have stated before, it has become ever harder to trick him into his carrier. Once he is in it, I expect him to take a cup and drag it across the cage until he is allowed out.
I got home around 8:30. Around 9, I jumped in the shower. Which is a dump thing to do. It gets wet in there and you should stand in it and not jump. You really shouldn't even walk in the shower. I write from experience. Please take my word for it. Please stop jumping in the shower.
And we have 9 minutes left in this week's episode of The Walking Dead. I will spill the ending for you. I do this because I am not a nice person.
I have the distinct pleasure of getting up early Monday morning and dropping my car off for another $500 worth of work to the car. That should do it for a couple of weeks.
The episode is nearly over. 2 minutes left. Does Andrea make it?
Now that the episode is over, I am wondering if she is dead or not. She's trussed up like a turkey in this room all by herself. And now I have to wait until next week to find out.
But you don't have to wait that long for another blog post. You only have to wait until tomorrow.
Bye for now.