Sometimes plans just don't go as planned. When Tom was flying, he had a thing called the three-plane rule; if you got in three planes and they each had something that kept you from flying them, you did not get in a fourth plane that day. You just took your stuff and went inside and cancelled for the day. You were not meant to fly that day.
We have had to invoke the three plane rule today.
The weather is slowly deteriorating at today's destination, going from partly cloudy with a high of 70 and a low around 34 (predicted five days ago) to today's prediction of steady rain, winds, snow overnight and a high of 52 and a low of 28. We have been watching it daily, but that was plane number one. By itself, we could go and have an adventure in the weather and we were prepared to divert to an alternate location if it got miserable.
Plane number two is that Hercules has been having a minor bout of bleeding from one of his many hemangiomas. We have had to put bandages on as it is sporadically bleeding, but nothing we could not handle on the road. Laundry could be a problem, but the bandages help a lot.
We were all set to go this morning; Beach House was loaded, water heater turned down, we were double checking the locks and windows and going through the final checklist, which included letting the dog out for a final pre-road potty stop when we discovered he is more than a little under the weather. Uh-oh.....time for antibiotics and the bland food diet; plane number three. We decided that it would be a lot easier to deal with this issue today from home rather than on the road in wind and rain and snow.
We hope to leave tomorrow, and continue with the trip; we will let you know. I am off to the store to get rice and ground beef for his bland diet regimen once he goes back on solids. With luck he will bounce back in 24 hours.
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