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Whirlwind Getaway, Day 4: All Good Things Must Come to an End

All good things must come to an end.  But if I’m around, the good things may not get started at all.

The humans woke up this morning, the last day of their mini-vacation, with Big Plans.  More Art!  More Sightseeing!  More Adventures!

More breakfast!  The human female wants to skip down to the breakfast room and make herself a waffle.  (Well, not actually skip, because she overdid it yesterday and her feet feel as if they are broken, but you know what I mean.  Skipping on the inside.)


Oh, dear.  No waffles for you. 

Very well, then.  Toast and yogurt it is!  Yum, yum.  Yogurt.  Got to keep that tummy microflora happy.  And toast is always good.  Maybe adjust the dial just a tad so it’s properly brown?


Bleargh.  The yogurt looks all right (it’s some she bought at the Large Market the other night), but that is one sorry-looking piece of burny toast.

On the other hand, carbon is supposed to be good for the digestion.

Where to go, what to do?  There is another art museum they’re interested in seeing.  It’s supposed to have some very famous pieces.  Plus this one.  The humans have checked out of the inn, they’re loaded in the car, and we are on our way!

The human female is checking the museum’s web page to see what time they open.  Well, hurry up!  Are they open yet?

Surprise!  They are CLOSED today.  It’s almost as if  they knew you guys were coming…

Surely there is something else to see or do in a city this large.  Ah! Since we are nearing the downtown area, why not stop in and see the famous Water Gardens?  What do you think, Sigyn?  Fancy a bit of splashing about?

Great Frigga’s Corset!  The human male has circled the park completely and many of the surrounding blocks.  What the guidebooks fail to tell one, being so taken up with describing how this place is an oasis in the heart of the city, is that there is no bloody place to park.  Not even early on a weekday morning.  That shoots that idea.  Sigyn is disappointed too, which I am sorry for, but now I won’t have to worry about her drowning.  I’m not sure my sweetie knows how to swim.

Ehehehehe.  The humans have pulled into a vacant lot to discuss their options.  And they are SO BORING that they can’t think of anything else to do, so they are going to just drive all the long way home.  Hmm.  A long car ride, trapped in a car with them and their music versus teleporting home.

No contest.  Come, Sigyn, we’re off.  See you laggardy mortals in about three hours.

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