RV composting toilets create adventure.

I've had a little vertigo lately, so when it was time to take two cars into town, I drove circles around Annie. The Tracker went in for some preventive maintenance, and we went in to meet Kimbopolo at Ike's Coffee and Tea. We chatted over hot drinks; Kim knows the fine art of "leave 'em wanting more," because Annie and I could have visited much longer. Another time, for sure. If given the chance to meet her, take it.

We had limited success thrift-shopping, although I did find some earrings that made Annie ask are you going to wear them as earrings? Then a reflexology book that made her ask wouldn't you rather have those earrings?

So, you're saying no police involvement?

The pups I told you about running from found us at home. They turned out to be very friendly, and one let Annie pluck cholla barbs from her chin. Wouldn't let her near the dog's chin, though.

They like kitty kibble. Not sure how we know.

We're doing a reboot, so Duck systems can get away from us. No, not like that, but sorta just like that. Coyotes had started up their songs tonight when Annie announced that the Urine Bucket (that's boo-KAY) was already full.

Seriously? Already?

Yep.

Can't it wait until morning?

We won't survive the night.

If you've never entered a coyote-filled night, you'd have no reason to know that coyotes don't retreat. They love the night life. They got to boogie. They don't advance, necessarily, but they don't back down even when faced with our urine. And they keep barking. We couldn't see them, but they were close.

I was the Doorkeeper, Watchkeeper, and Lightkeeper. Annie poured, then she finessed.

For godssake, Annie, that's good enough!

If you jiggle it, more comes out.  

NOW YOU'RE JUST PLAYING WITH IT

On the other hand, please enjoy this picture courtesy of Jim and Sandie:

 

1.5 hours of anatomical relief

Thirty seconds in a desert night suddenly sounds like a bargain. But, wouldn't you rather have the earrings?