I’m sitting in a purple, puffy chair in the Starbuck’s at Harrah’s. Vlad, our friend is still in Vegas and has a few more days of comp rooms. We’re staying with him through Sunday.

We are officially homeless. Everything big sold on Craigslist last night. The last of the stuff was packed into the jeep and Vlad’s Subaru and carted off to the RV that is sitting windowless in our friends Troy and Heather’s backyard.

The absence of a window is throwing a wrench in the plans, since we can’t really travel without one. It’s been two weeks since we dropped the RV off at the second shop. They still haven’t finished the estimate. We don’t have confidence in these people either, but what do we do, bring it to a third shop?

Andy and Vlad are still sleeping. It’s 11:00. I considered jumping on the bed to wake Andy up, but he’s a much happier guy with as much sleep as possible. I probably would be better off with more sleep too, but I always feel like I might miss something.

That is all to report from the purple, puffy chair.