Once again, the Casita is delayed...this time, by Ice.

I consider the year of Covid...and all that should not have been.

We wake up to find...it’s raining rodents. In the kitchen. (Yikes.)

We get the rats locked out...but (Gulp) get two of them locked in. And they were, uh, crying. (Yikes!)

Just a few experiments with AI and Rats. Oh, plus the Michigan Rag.

And the rats just snicker at me. And my traps. (Dang.)

I discover...something...with bright red eyes. In the attic. And it was looking at me.

We meet a helpful contractor who wants to demolish the house to improve it. (Yikes!)

I consider building the Casita myself, and then sober up. (Yikes!)

To start off the New Year, I present to you The Wild And Wonderful Little Blue Casita.[head] √ Sheds, Beds, and Spreads

I say fare-thee-well to 2025.

I realize I could have avoided the Winfield Disaster by not being an idiot. Phooey.

We finally get to Winfield. And guess what? There’s one last, twisted, gawdawful punchline to the dang joke.

It’s 3 a.m. in Winfield. We’re finally there. And...and...it’s not over yet. (Argh.)

We finally get to Oklahoma...just before the storm. (Yikes.)

A tale of rental cars, distained discounts, deathless enmity, and, oh yes, the dancing Loch Ness Monster.

I am Uber-whelmed. And other comedies. #stampoutennui #xcargo #bustravel 

We enjoy Hens and Hops, and then we're off to rent a car to continue North.

We arrive in Dallas and discover that America has serious problems.

We discover that the bus was not as we thought it was.