Preparations continue for next week’s journey to Nevada. I’ve been gathering up things to keep my attention, because God knows nothing there will. I’m rather unsure as to what we will do with our beloved rats. With the Lloyds predisposed I am sending out the call to anyone else who may read this (so, Remy, basically, but he’s already told me he can’t) if they can help. You know how awesome the rats are. Won’t you let them grace you with their awesomeness?
Upon my return I imagine I will settle into my usual routine of sloth and depression. Excelsior!