Farmington motorcycle cops parked their Harleys in front of our office this morning while they got their boots shined next door. They were in Albuquerque to help with the Special Olympics. I asked how they liked the Harleys, and they said they’d rather have BMWs like the Albuquerque Police.

The world didn’t end, yet again. In case you didn’t know, the world was supposed to end today. And it’s a good thing too, because our new folding chairs that go with our fold out table finally came in today.  We were supposed to get them three weeks ago and the manufacturer sent them to the wrong person and address. They are very nice chairs.

When we drove up tonight, all the kitties were out looking happy as little kitty clams. The boxes of chairs were on the front porch and the front door was open, but the door knob was locked. I guess I must not have closed the door all the way when we left this morning — Stretch probably noticed and pulled it open. The doors are all still a little swollen from the rains a couple of weeks ago.

The vines at UNM are putting on a nice red.