T- 12 hours

I’m in a much better state of mind. The I’s are dotted and T’s are crossed. I slept on my clothing choices and edited again.

Packing bags rule

Brad packed admirably, and we even have a smidge of room to buy something. Shopping isn’t really my thing, but Italy and Paris warrant it.

Cold shoulder

He’s not happy. He oversaw the packing and thinks we need to travel lighter. A fight ensued — we bring his travel bed, his carry case, a supply of food, scratching post, walking vest, treats, special dinnerware, his loc8tor, and a litter box when he travels. I think he’s just jealous — he’s always wanted to see Paris.

A long travel day is ahead. We will make the most of it. With masks….

5 thoughts on “T- 12 hours”

  1. I don’t believe Chaz ever made it to Paris. Perhaps saving just a pinch of her to disburse around Notre Dame (she loved medieval history) will be a force for universal good.

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