bye bye bi

 

There we go on the ferry. Chris took this picture from my bedroom window. Water pored through the portholes, and Debby feared for her life for the first 15 minutes. It was definitely a barf boat,  but neither one of us got seasick. The drive home in the pouring rain, splashing through rivers on the West Side Drive, was hair raising. But here we are, and all is well. Donna and Fanny greeted me with good food and good company. Debby corrected my parking error (loading zone), and I found a new spot. 

  And when I wake up in the morning, I don't remember where I am and expect to hear mouse voices saying, "Squeakeroo!" to let me know that they are coming into my room to play games on my phone.