Should we go to Laguna Seca, or Indianapolis or both, or none?
I'm in a quandary. Every year the same bloody story.
It is getting to be a real nuisance instead of fun. Not that it's fun for me in the first place. But I can tolerate it if I have my books and dogs and some cooler breeze. It's been hotter than Hades here, and I am belaboured talking on the bloody phone. Al came today and hinted she'd like to have the van. What a bummer.
CIAO for now.
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