Some of you were wondering about poor ole Cliff.
Worry no more.
He doesn't particularly like having to get out of bed to make his own coffee, but he managed. He says the thing he hated most was having to get up and take the dog out, first thing. Cliff is not a morning person. He's used to lying in bed while he drinks his first couple of cups of coffee (carried to him by yours truly), waking up slowly.
Like this (taken this morning).
He had the audacity to go for a motorcycle ride without me. He tore out some fence, getting ready for the appearance of our "new" home.
He tells me he ate too much while I was away. I can't say anything; so did I.