When I walked inside The Cabin, Tony said, "Fay just called. She and Ian are hanging out with Kinky before his concert, in Toronto. She said that Kink's phone isn't working and he saw that you've called him twice, but he can't call you back and he wants to make sure everything is okay."
"I'll call her, but first I've got to put a salt and water paste, on the spider bite I just got on my finger." When Tony asked me which finger, I held up my hand and saluted him and that made him laugh.
While our dogs and the Chihuahuas watched me doctor myself, in the kitchen, they were all turning their heads sideways and looking worried, so I let them sniff my salt water paste, before picking up the phone and punching in Fay's Canadian phone number.
Fay and I visited for a few minutes, because Kinky was busy, over at the bar, signing autographs. She told me that it was sixty degrees and I told her that it was hotter than hot here. Then we talked about the Chihuahuas. Then she put Kinky on the phone and we talked for a few minutes.
As I am writing this, my finger has finally quit stinging and burning and the swelling has gone down, as the dried up salt falls gently onto my keyboard—making it look like it has been lightly dusted with snow.
Yesterday and today, Tony and I've spent a lot of time taking many pictures of our six little house guests that we've almost gotten house broken. Then I will keep it short and tell you what actually made my day so wonderful.