The cat is out of the bag. The bell has tolled. The end of the line is here. Decision made. Game face…on.

We are moving back to Vegas. Only for the first part of the baseball season. Mid March to maybe early June. We’ll see how it goes.

I asked for direction. I got direction.

But guess what, we are stronger, faster, smarter. This time, we know how to play the game. Vegas, you can’t break me. Give me what you’ve got, I can take it.

I’ve gotten some leads on cat and couchsurfing friendly places so we can host foster cats and wayward travelers without incident. Also, I really like this place which marches to the beat of a very swanky drum. Not outrageously priced and furnished too.

Alright, make your reservations at Chez Cindigo before we book up. Who’s coming to visit us in the ever popular, brightly lit, 24/7 city of sin?