Fezzik In Paris

The Purrito is currently en route to the airport.

She’s not the one that will be boarding a plane, however; a friend of hers that stayed with us for a week is headed back home. Said friend looked tired as she headed out the door; having watched (and occasionally accompanied) as she and the Purrito ran around and took in the major sights the past few days, I can certainly see why, and that’s before you factor in the time change (which, for me, takes approximately two weeks to adjust to).

We’ll be tracking her flight for the remainder of the day, comforting the mourning cats (who lost their overnight source of warmth and pets), and figuring out how best to squander my two weeks of respite from work.