Yesterday was another mooving day. Partial moving, since I only took what I would absolutely need during the next few weeks until I find two strong guys with a truck willing to give me a receipt -- not easy in Puerto Rico. Oh, yes, there are strong guys having trucks and willing to make some extra cash, but if you need a receipt ... forget it. Not a service economy, Puerto Rico, no.
(Oh dear, I am finding another fault with PR - I guess I should not have returned, if my attitude stinks that bad! Or, perhaps, I should just go check my blood sugar: I tend to get cranky for no reason at all when my sugar drops too low.)
Anyway, Missy, perhaps alarmed, perhaps just curious, followed me secretely to the car, looking perfectly camouflaged. A cat spy!