Saying goobye is not always hard to do.

Staying up until 5:00 was not the best plan, but and again, it just happened. I received a call at 7:15 about this and that, oh and the other thing and what did I think. Who? You are not awake, should I call back, and then some other squirrel chatter. What? I will call back when you are more awake the agitated one declares. Ok. Bye times two. *click*

My eyes begin to seek light, my mind looks for a way through the veil, and my feet find the floor. It is right at 12:00. I gather my energy a bit, wake for a few minutes, fifteen minutes that is, and call her. What is the game plan? I am going to the library, I will call you when I am done. That was easy I am thinking. I took a nap in the interim, I need to check a few things, did you get the equipment I wanted. Ok, and yes. Bye doubled. *click* So, I stir and then sit my machine. News first. No news. Blogs next. Little action there, but some. Hmmm, someone is at my door. Doh! What is she doing here already? I thought she got lost in there for spats of time. *sigh* She looks over the equipment and notes the price difference I mentioned before. Yes, little one, but this has the straps included, and most likely, the right size and strength. These have those in it? I have watched her handle the package for the last three minutes and cannot see how she could not know. I saw them as I was walking to the package, five feet or further away, while also in a hurry to get to other items, but ok. Yes, they are in the package. A little fussing and her hands land upon the evidence that I can see from my distant cut angle. I can see why faith is difficult for some. Well, she indicates she has a menu worked out. Yep, ribs tonight, chicken tomorrow, milk and granola, a few salads, and that should be good. We shall see, sounds alright though. I will add a package of hamburger as well, and another cut of beef I prefer to grill. The frozen meats will add to the cooling while thawing. It all works give or take. The ribs will be gone, if not tonight, for lunch tomorrow. Some of the other food will be fine if cooked on our last night out, with the coolers to help. Plus, there should be plenty to bring back, fairly freshly cooked. She is off, she says, to the library. But, I think, am about to say, but… Ok, I say. I’ll be a few hours, see you in a bit. Bye squared. Perhaps the last of the bread, I am thinking as she leaves.

A quick note here, a dive through the rain room, a dance with some cotton, maybe a chunk of something down the gullet, and away I will go. Oh, best to get a ground cloth, that was one of my oversights. A little shopping for some of those items, and it will be time. I was supposed to take my rod and reel over to the neighbors, but that just did not happen obviously. If I see someone that way on my way hither or thither, I will let off an apology. Bye, times one.