Maybe even tonight. First though, I was going to get some of the boxes ready to be picked up and shipped back to my home on Maui. My sister had given me some blank checks for ‘expenses’. I grinned. My next job was to find the cats’ litter boxes and clean them up. Then supper, tuck the cats in for naps, get cleaned up (gas hot water heater for the win, woo hoo!) and go to the gay bar here in town. I’d never been, but I knew where it was. Plus it was on a bus line. Oh yeah, and find a mechanic.
Well. I ate; the cats ate; I showered and dressed and looked damn hot if I say so myself. It felt strange to wear jeans. I was lucky I even had some, let alone the suit I’d worn to the funeral. Mostly on Maui we wore shorts and T-shirts, or in my case, a wet suit. I unlocked the kitchen door and left it closed, but not locked. I didn’t want to clean up broken glass again, or climb in a window either. I’m lazy that way.
When I got to the bar I didn’t feel well. I figured it was just nerves.