Well, I'm back from my vacation with Joyce. The hotels were nice, although the second hotel was more like a resort, with cafes and exercise rooms. I didn't use the exercise rooms, although Joyce did. We stayed up late and watched TV (around home it's lights out at 4:30, and the next morning people gather around the coffee maker and say they need more sleep).
I saw my first western! I felt a strange affinity for them and think I want cowboy boots and nerf six-shooters. I'm not sure about the hat—it might mess up my unibrow. Anyway, everybody seemed obsessed with walking at the resort. Joyce even got a "walker", although she still seemed to be doing the walking to me. I think that since I don't have legs or arms, the boots and guns might be good substitutes. But I'll have to ask my Dad.
Anyway, I'm "on the clock" again and on my next undercover assignment. Have a fun day! By-the-way, although she didn't seem to be having as much fun as me, Joyce is a great person to vacation with!
Happy Trails,
Wyatt
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