I can’t believe I pulled

I can’t believe I pulled it off as well as I did. Actually, I had nothing to do with it, but me and the Virgo fetched Sister from DFW Airport, precisely at noon, had Sister back at the folk’s place by 12:30. She snuck in, and it was great surprise for old Pa Wetzel. Then, after another big meal, me, Sister, and Pa Wetzel all hopped up on the Katy Trail for some exercise. Sister spent more time complaining about how hot it was, Old Dad pedaled a bicycle, and I seemed to be the only one enjoying the stroll. We went all of about two miles, not very much by my standards, but a “fur piece” for them. Then it was back to the airport for me, and back to Austin, and then into a whirlwind of trouble. The accounting program didn’t want to work. The internet connection didn’t want to work. And my most recent back up didn’t work. Problems, problems. I did wonder about how I was perceived, and I found the Scorpio scope for this week rather telling — some years ago, Ma Wetzel gave me a set of “Surfer Jams” — hot pink shorts festooned with little flamingos in the pattern. Between that pair of shorts and the usual shirt, I don’t think I looked like a typical Dallas person. Sure did feel good to be back where I’m more normal.