I started thinking about going alllll the way to Memphis, picking up Shane, trying to sleep in a “pet friendly hotel” and driving alll the way back home.  Our new plan is to leave on Friday and go approximately six hours and then stop and do the flop on the bed thing; Cameron can explore the hotel – I see me as a flopper. He’ll have to locate the ice machine, though. I imagine that will be his prime directive.

THEN four hours into Memphis and getting Shane settled in. Then the 10 hour push home. Pushes home are always not that bad . . . and I certainly hope I have not jinxed moi-self.

We have a Kong Wubba * waiting for Shane; Quentin says it is his favorite toy. It came in an Amazon.com box two days ago and looks like a colorful sap you see in in gangster shows. Suddenly I have the idea to get a pitching machine and load it with Wubbas and let Shane run and run and run . . . until he is very tired and wants to lie quietly and sleep. Might be a good investment.

We have another concern: Sydney will run right up to the property line and/or road and stop. Quentin says Shane has a tendency to take off. So there may be a lot of long leashing and fence slat nailing and me yelling “SHANE!!!!!!!” And, of course, there is the matter that I never really cared for the name Shane since I don’t particularly care for Alan Ladd and the movie of that name. It is probably too late to change his name to Duke . . . or Percy, for that matter, which in the latter case is good.

It is Collaboration Wednesday but there is a two-hour delay for fog, although the fog is spotty enough, I thing the weather condition should be referred to as “frequent foggies to be expected”. Once in the northern suburbs of Cincinnati, I drove down into a low spot and was surrounded by fog. Unfortunately, I rolled down my window and the fog rolled in the car; I shut my window. Sometime after climbing back up the hill I realized I was driving a fog-filled car in  clear air that even had sun. Jeez-Louise.

The high today is predicted to be 58 and that is about 15 degrees higher than yesterday. We are having rain on a lot of days and are chilled and damp . . . but the grass keeps growing. I need sheep for Mother’s yard. I suppose I should put up posters: Uncle Sam wants Ewe. No, I shouldn’t. Sometimes I just don’t know what happens to my mind.

* I originally thought the Kong in Kong Wubba referred to it being a King Kong version; no, Kong is the name of the company.