Thanks to Lois Winston, my author, I’ll be digging my
way out of debt well into my eighties. Vacations are a thing of the past for
me. Although a while back Lois did surprise me with a brief excursion to
Barcelona, Spain, but then, sadist that she is, ruined it by having me
kidnapped within hours of my arrival.
Lois, on the other hand, has taken several vacations
in the years since she created me. On a recent trip to Nashville, she and her
family spent the day at the Nashville Zoo. One thing you should know about my
author: unlike me, she can’t take the heat. Only for her, it’s literal heat.
The heat she gets me into is more metaphoric in nature.
Anyway, Lois always says she’d rather be cold than
hot because when you’re cold, you can always add another layer of clothing or
pile an extra quilt onto the bed. When you’re hot, there’s just so much you can
strip off before you’re arrested for indecent exposure.
Getting back to that trip to the zoo, it’s summertime
in Nashville, and that means it’s sizzling hot—the type of day my author would
never have left the comfort of her air-conditioned home had she been home. Even
the animals didn’t feel like moving, as you can tell from these pictures.
Personally, I was quite happy that Lois was out in
the hot sun all day. That meant she wasn’t sitting at her computer dreaming up
some new ways to create murder and mayhem in my life. And for me, that’s a
vacation!
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