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Time for another vacation.

This time it is John's turn. Going to "ride" on a big ship.

That means there will be some adjustment for Marcus and me.

Walks and such.

But we are up for it.

We will not do anything abnormal. But I will have to do more of the walks and pee-pees.

Marcus is pretty easy about schedules and the whats and whys of things.

He is really the most balanced being in this house.

Nothing upsets. Not even someone coming in the yard although he lets us know that is happening, it is not a raucous welcome.

There are no special plans for this time. Teevee dinners. I will just lie low and wait for the family to resume operations.

I am not a candidate for a cruise. The confinement or the idea of it gives me the creeps. I do not want to have to have meals with others at any time. John says this is not a real concern but I still cringe over the time we stayed at an inn at Yosemeite that had compulsory seating at large tables. Son of a bitch. Torture.

I have seen a movie on the cruise and it is certainly nice. The stateroom is surprisingly roomy. Sea air. Sure.

But I can go to the shore and breath in deeply.

No sailor me.

John was an officer in the Navy. He and my Dad would trade sea stories. Good for them.