Hi G-Fans!
It was touch and go as to whether the concierge was going to let me drop a snippet onto the blog tonight.
I guess after Tessa advocated on my behalf she saw the merits in sucking it up and giving me some time.
(Tessa produced some noxious gas emissions which either placed the concierge into a temporary semi-coma which refreshed her enough to relent, or it spurred the concierge into action to let us out and take care of our evening last outs routine which then perked her up into action..... not sure which is true.... and I don't care! Just as long as I get my computer time!)
So, to recap.....
Last night the concierge never followed through. She had some cockamamy story about heat, and waiting for others, and having to get up to work today.....
I don't care....
A walk needs to be happening and I have to say that the consistency the last two months has been spotty.
I don't care if there is a monsoon.
I don't care if there is a hurricane.
I don't care if it is humid.
A walk must be managed.
Somehow, some way!
That is inviolate!
And for some reason....
That inviolable law...
That sacrosanct right...
That undeniable inalienable nonnegotiable and indisputable right...
has been disregarded.
And I am disgruntled!
We did walk tonight. It was a modicum of a nod towards exercising.
I heard through the grapevine that a walk on the beach was in the realm of possibility, but that did not materialize. What did manifest itself was pretty minimal in the satisfying department.
But we walked.
And no one passed out.
So, I guess we are good!
But, Riley wants to lodge his own complaint.
He has been thwarted from sleeping in the inner chambers for two nights.
He is angry!
Not only was he summarily dismissed from his post at the gate to be granted entry into the inner sanctum, but even with his persistence he was turned away with firmness that bordered on aggressive..... I will have to see what action I need to take in response to my long-time friend being treated rudely. I didn't get to go up either, but I am not complaining since the concierge explained that it was cooler and more comfortable down here and it wasn't punishment or ill-considered restrictions.
RIley isn't listening. He has a banana in his ear. (Not really) He is just being Riley.
You know, the same idea as "Manny being Manny",
he is "RIley being RIley".
Now I forgot the other thing I was going to write.
I guess it is just as well. The concierge is looking sketchy.
So, may you always be, "You being You" in the best sense of who you are!
TTFN!
-G
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