I'm sitting on the balcony of our condo on our last morning in Branson. It's pitch-dark outside, but I turned a light on, so I can see the keyboard of my laptop. We rented this place at the last minute, and the owner told us there was no Internet here. I'm glad I brought the laptop, because the oldest granddaughter and I have been able to get enough signal from somebody's unsecured router to get on the Internet most of the time... if we were careful where we positioned ourselves.
Not that we've had a lot of time to spend surfing, because we've been a busy crew.
Yesterday we spent a short time touching bases with my long-time Internet friend, Lona, who's also in Branson this weekend. She's had a lot of serious health issues in the past year or so, and it was good to see her looking and feeling so well; I enjoyed meeting her granddaughter (who was her angel during her recovery time) and her great-granddaughter, who's the same age as our Natalie. Lona mentioned my calf, Meatloaf, and how attached she's gotten to him. Others of you have said much the same thing. So I promised her that when the time comes to butcher him, I shall remain silent about it. He'll just fade off into the sunset. All I can tell you is, don't ask, and I won't tell. He'll disappear shortly after Secret has a calf.
We've had a blast here, and I have pictures to prove it, which I'll share when I get home. We are to be out of this condo by 10 A.M., so I'll be waking everyone by 8 o'clock and we'll get on the road.