B Times in B n B

An escape from ones home base is a healthy thing. And indeed can further the appreciation for ones base of operations. In case it's not known (and why should it be unless you were there) I was fortunate enough to dash off on a little journey south of SinCity under the guidance of Agent M, for the purposes of battery recharging via the consumption of good food and wine and enthusiastic conversing with exceptional souls.


Let me say that the heavens did open on occasion and did the ol' cats and dogs routine. Luckily, our temporary home was bereft of discomfort and many hours of reading newspapers, foodling, winering, and generally being in a pleasing environment were the result. Games were played, and needless to say my lack of competitive spirit had me at a disadvantage. The marjong was confusing, the charades was panic stricken (but I like being panicked it's true), and the scrabblation was beyond my feeble capacities and hence my seat was resigned to those with expert grasps on wordnessness. I preferred being roped into activities closer to my dreams.


The local beach was but a stroll away and we had a enough of a break in the weather to peruse. Agent M managed to convince a small rock crab to attack me with fury but I was talented enough to squeal in an ungainly fashion and leap to safety. That rock crab had little chance against my superior cowardice and scuttled away disgusted.


More excursionary activities are definitely planned.