Mr. Kaminski offered to take me to breakfast on Saturday. We’ve both been working long hours, so it was a nice respite to not have to make a weekend breakfast. Plus, there was that nasty inconvenience of our air conditioning going out on Friday night, and the temp in the house hovering at 83 degrees. I was not blooming where I was planted that particular Saturday morning. I was hot. I do not do hot.
I jumped on the breakfast offer and tried to get myself as presentable as possible in the sweltering house. That took a minute and involved lots of submerging in cold water to keep me temperate.
I should have known something was up when we left Green Acres and did not head in either direction toward civilization. There are two, only two. After all, I do have experience with Mr. Kaminski’s wanderings and spur of the moment jaunts…