Saturday, November 5, 2016
I sprung Mrs. Paco from the rehab clinic this morning, and, so relieved was she, you'd have thought that I had liberated her from a P.O.W. camp. She's resting comfortably at home now. Naturally, I took the precaution of warning her that there, er, might be a few little things out of place, since she's been gone for nearly two weeks. Still, I didn't do too bad a job. Sure, the place looks a bit like a hog wallow, but a very high end hog wallow.