Parting ways from Gary, the rest of us then journeyed to Frye's where I finally indulged myself in the Dyson Animal vacuum cleaner. If I have to vacuum up dead ants and cat hair every day then I'd like a machine that won't die after a year. One actually designed for what I intend to do with it is even better. A two year warranty implies as well that the planned obsolescence timeline is at least somewhat extended.
We discussed flying kites, but it was raining and I dislike playing lightning rod. We dispersed to our various domiciles and I disappeared into the graphic novel. Now I'm trying to convince myself that food sounds good.
Oh, somewhere in there I roasted some coffee as well.