Packing, packing, packing

You'd think I was going to the moon with the way I have planned this adventure; adventure?, some/most might be saying?  

You see, I have planned a trip over Christmas and New Year.  I haven't mentioned it to i-wore-pinkers because I didn't want a Bunch of worry.  

You know who you are are - but there are some of my regular readers that Are worriers.  Worry, worry, worry, what-if, what-if, what-if...we have discussed this, but it's always the same...it's because I love you...I love lots of people, but I don't do it, so I find this argument flawed.

Like watching the weather, worry accomplishes nothing except anxiety for the generator.  I happen to think it'll make you sick and everything that's going to happen is going to happen regardless.

So Tuesday, I am going to bundle up my puppies and drive them to a fancy kennel in Inverness.  

Maggie is also a worrier

Then I will continue west to Aberdeen to board the first of 3 planes flying south-southwest.  If all goes well, I will be blogging away as I have been practicing my remote blogging with my new app and my new camera that transfers photos via wifi, but we all know that it all might not work for whatever reason - if that's the case, then you will hear from me in the New Year.

Just in case, I wish everyone the happiest of holidays.

PS: Gill (and the State Department) knows where I am...Heehaw!!!!