Not really. I’ve enjoyed my visit very much, really. I had pho for supper last night, for the first time in a decade and a half. That was pleasant. But I’m ready to go back to my grubby, quiet gulch.
That will involve most of the afternoon and evening, there will (hopefully) be some logistical jiggery-pokery halfway through the trip – I’ll post about that after I see how it goes – and of course there’s always the possibility I’ll need to chase mice from my bed before I can sleep in it.
But yeah, I kind of want to get to it.
What is “pho?”
And I hope no mice in the bed. Yuk!
Pho, pronounced “fuh,” is Vietnamese noodle soup. I picked up a taste for it in San Jose a long time ago.
Remember one thing Joel, while you have been gone the chickens have been planning and waiting and… planning.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/2017/01/03/chickens-exhibit-machiavellian-tendencies-scientists-discover/