Left the house about 10 to catch the 11, with a reservation. We walked Blarney on a half empty car deck. Two young workers were throwing a football around in the cavernous space.
Both of us are "hacking" at intervals. I had a spell while we waited in the food line. Wetted my jersey from coughing into my elbow. Felt sorry for the folks near us.
We have arranged a rendezvous with Bob and Helen at the Cottonwood RV south of Chilliwack. The arrived 7ish, late, after a frustrating wait for there Pleasure Way van. Joan gave them a great dinner and they took off shopping.
Blarney is happy as a clam. "He just likes having the complete and undivided attention of his mom and dad," said Joan.
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