You realize that “meanwhile, back at the ranch…” is just a saying, right? We do not have a ranch. We don’t even have a farm. On our property, the only thing we grow is old.

After a good solid eight hours of much-needed sleep, we headed north on I-5 and returned the motorhome to her cozy storage unit.

The Magna Peregrinus is so happy we are flying to Tennessee for the game next week! She needs a little rest.

We arrived home at noon to find squatters had taken up residence during our three-day absence!

Let’s go eat the rose bushes up the road.

Until my next update, I remain, your “Oh, Deer Dear” correspondent.

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