And Karal Wants Everyone to Believe It. She's Done. Officially Exhausted from Three Day of Celebrations (Followed by Mom with Cynde to Come)

We managed it. Cynde food fest, followed by Bryan food fest, followed by KC & Dave food fest, making it three days of eating and total celebrations. The great news is that Mimi and Papa Butch were there for it all, managing to function in the chaos and offering little complaint upon their return. People Dogs Food Drinks People Dogs Food Drinks People Dogs Food Drinks.

And Karal, like Baby, choose their home to be an obnoxious bark-factory. In Connecticut, she only barks when she wants me to move to the couch so she can cuddle with me before falling asleep at night.

Hoping today is clearance shopping (love to know Adamo and Nikki share my passion for being cheap) and returning items...just one...pajamas for dad that are a size too small.

Chitunga's heading north with Alyssa to his ol' Adirondack stomping grounds and I have to prep for 4-hour classes...winter session...the death of us all (then I find out the University isn't paying for that work until five weeks after it ends - can't make any of this up). Bonkers. 

It was remarkably beautiful yesterday for Syracuse. It almost hit sixty degrees and there was actually a blue sky...that is very rare for this region as it is usually gray and wet (like the next 14 days, according to The Weather Channel). CNY is definitely not a place for anyone with season mood disorder. It's one Eeyore cloud after another of muck.

Okay, world. Time to think about 2024 and call this a year. Of course, it's an election year and that will just suck...but so shall it be.