Drover is home. Drover is the name of my Highlander. The garage has been empty without him. The good news is, the Kids found a car they really liked, was a good deal and they could afford the payments. It’s a 2017 Nissan Pathfinder, with only 34K miles. It’s white, has a few bells and whistles and gets very decent gas mileage. Plus, they get 3rd row seating and/or cargo space. It’s pretty. I petted it at the dealership when we met Baseball Boty there Friday to drop off Stormy and to bring Drover home. I’m free! When means I’m very likely at Walmart and then Starbucks as you read this, depending on how early you get up.
In other news, there’s not much to tell. It’s hot. It’s humid. I have the summer doldrums. That means I want to eat ice cream for dinner–which LG and I did Saturday night. He had Blue Bell Peachy Peach and I had Moollinium. Good stuff.
There was baseball–MLB and college. My Cards split with the Red Sox. Now they go play the Brewers. It’s like green eggs and ham. OU beat Texas A&M and played Notre Dame last night. If I remember, I’ll come back and update the winnder. If not, check the internet if you care. LOL
I really don’t have much else to say. Seriouwly. Last week was pretty much a blur. Except “pop” computer games are freakin’ addictive. I will not open on today. No, really. Stop laughing. I used to have three games on Bing that I played–Bing Homepage Jigsaw, Sliding Tiles (using the homepage pic as the background) and 2048 which is a number game. After checking email, news, and blogs each morning, I would play each of this one time and then I’d be ready to work. Then Microsoft, which owns Bing went and mess things up. Kinda like the new “records” page for KDP, which is Amazon’s self–publishing platformen. The new setup depresses me. It’s very in-your-face about getting no sales. The old version was just a graph and somehow, it didn’t depress me as much. Ah well.
Okay. I seriously need to work today. And deal with Stormy. And LG. And Boone. Jake. Loki. Pete? I go out to the garage and pet him because as long as there’s food in his bowl and he gets the occasional pet, he’s a happy cat. I want to be a happy cat. Who else wants to be a happy cat? And who did something interesting this weekend?