I think it's at least 6 years since I've last visited the Inn of Infinite Sadness. And in that time I have had ups and downs, and downs and outs, and outs and ins.
Right now its downs and I'm in Palm Springs, at least for the next few months.
And there's a cricket in my bathroom.
Welcome back, everybody; at least this time there's air conditioning.
Sorta.
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The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
