Packing...

As you can see, I've got an assistant to aid with packing who has unfortunately fallen down on the job. He would rather nest and give himself a good grooming than get out of the way so I can get on with it. 

Perhaps he thinks that by lounging in this way he'll prevent me leaving but what he does not yet know is that he and his friend will both depart before I do, along with all of their respective accouterments.

Tis the season when people pack for holidays--usually of their own design and the destination is generally somewhere they desire. This is not anything resembling that. Animals and humans must get out since our flats will undergo whole structure fumigation at mid week.

With more notice, I might have arranged a beach side B and B and actually had a mini get away...

This feels vaguely like bolting, though I fortunately have limited experience with so-called bolt holes in that most places I've gone have been those that I've chosen and enjoyed.

The most recent of these was an overnight stay at a beach side hotel south of here featuring thirties-era cabanas which had been modernized. I was able to see a cousin and two of my mother's aunts for dinner and it was an enjoyable evening. That was almost two years ago.

This hotel is rather non-descript and despite the friendliness of its staff, it is surrounded by other bland elements of homogeneous suburbia, including a small strip mall and a well known discount store that people flock to in droves. It is a mile from my flat and within two miles of the veterinary hospital at which the cats will board. There is a pool, provided it is not raining, and daily continental breakfast. Beyond that, I'll be on my own for meals and entertainment.

I hope to meet up with a long time friend who now lives in  England. I may not have access to a computer, so blogging and e-mail may have to wait until I return at the weekend.

Wishing you all a great week...