Yesterday's trip to the zoo aka 'get me the fuck out of this house and my head' was mostly a success. I was indeed exhausted when we got home, but it was more physical than frustrated mental/chronic fatigue for a change.
Our new car is great, very comfortable with all sorts of gadgets to keep Gary happy since it wasn't the Porsche he kept hinting about and isn't getting as long as the Corvette is sitting in the driveway. *rolls eyes at boys and their very expensive toys*
The two options I asked for were a powered seat for the passenger (not wrestling with adjustments) and the backup camera that displays in the corner of the rearview mirror for those days I can't twist around to look very easily. Oh, and Gary went with the color I preferred.
But, it's
brown.
No, it's Caramel Bronze and they don't have the green, so suck it up or we'll get
beige.
Our local zoo is small, but always working on improvements and is very involved with species survival breeding programs. The number of animals it supports has been reduced over the years as it expands their quarters, but I've always preferred seeing a small number of happy animals over a crowd of sad, overcrowded beasts.
Sorry,
kantayra, but there are no anteaters.
I made it all the way to the elephant enclosure and back, although I was barely moving above a shuffle, and the weather cooperated and stayed cloudy most of the time. We literally had the place to ourselves, which was very nice.
A stop to pick up a prescription and a few groceries and we were home, where I proceeded to mostly vegetate for the rest of the day by directing Gary through another game we played eons ago,
Omikron. What's a little disconcerting is how many little clues I remember from playing it
eight years ago vs. all the times lately when I can't remember what I was going for when I get to the top of the stairs. :-/