Everything up here at 7000 feet just seems like such an effort. Both Left Brain and I find ourselves trying to catch our breath after minor exertions.
I was just turning to scold Gracie for scratching at the screen door tonight when I realized she was on the wrong side of the door. Whaaa?
She managed to open up her tunnel again and I'm not sure how long she was loose or where she'd been, but she had a very self satisfied look when I opened the door to let her into the RV.
We leave in the morning anyway, so I removed the tent and tunnel in preparation for our journey. From here on only the tent will be utilized as that has a way to tie the zipper into place.
Not only can't I breathe up here, but the darn cat has my heart racing as well. And it's not just me, even the dish soap dispenser was throwing up.
Long Live the Queen