Pea and I are at Parental House #3 on our tour de force of four parental houses.
It has been fun so far, and Ontario has obliged us with a very slow ramp into winter conditions, the first snow only falling yesterday. Still, it is COLD now, and I had to brush off our rental car, and that was definitely a “oh no, what have we done” moment. Except I like winter. I think. It is cold though.
Family is lovely, and there is a whole other post there, but we’re headed out to take a walk and run errands and visit Pea’s ailing grandmother and see some friends for drinks and nibbles and we’re supposed to leave in five minutes and I don’t know where my toothbrush is. So I will go.
For posterity, and so I maybe remember this before it happens AGAIN, putting the three houses with cats in them back-to-back results in me being sick as a dog for over a week. Not ideal. I know better, but somehow my extreme reaction to cats is a thing I manage to block out of all memories until it is in full bloom again, at which point I think to myself “oh right, I was a snotty, coughing, asthmatic woebegon cranky a**hole last time too, I should try to avoid this”. The allergy medication is not cutting it, and as a result I am both very ill AND dopey-headed from the meds. Delight.