This week we took the air car to Las Vegas. It did not live up to expectations. First, there were no casinos and I was quite giddy at the prospect of video slots as, lacking opposable thumbs, the slot lever is tough for me. Turns out it was not THAT Las Vegas, but Las Vegas, New Mexico, a lovely little town with many nice two-legs and one old grumpus. We stayed at the Plaza Hotel in downtown with the mostest longest staircase on record, twenty-six steps of deep-pile carpet. The ladies at the front desk were kind enough to give me my due, adoration and homage. Smelly Man had to work at the hospital all day, so I was able to nap, drowse, snooze, and doze until dinner time. We met a nice lady at the hospital who dropped a piece of bacon. I made short work of that! I completed a novella "Fur and Loving in Las Vegas", slated for publication by Penquin in October.
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