Exit Cue

Take a look at those highs for Bethany. Admittedly, the highs in Lenexa aren't much lower, BUT THEY ARE LOWER. I take that triple digit in the middle as both an offense and an exit cue. I'm heading out for a while, to a place where I can sit by the pool and reap the benefits of a highly developed library system and go on bike trails with hills and with no hurricane-force winds. Maybe even motorcycle rides, if I'm lucky.
And then, if you haven't heard... I'm moving. It's actually way more sad than I thought it would be, because the dogs notice. They notice when one of us packs a bag to leave for the weekend. So the moving boxes and the emptying room appear to be a little stressful for them. If you know these two, you'd know it's such a downer to see them both so melancholy.
And... I just dropped my toast butter-side down, so I'm going to make those two dogs very happy. Although last time they were given toast, they just buried it.