We're once again in Phoenix, OR. We're taking it easy this weekend,
covering just 300 or 400 miles a day. After the previous week I can do
with some short-miles days.

Harri seemed to be feeling kind of punk today. She only spent about 30
minutes arm-napping when she usually does so for at least a few hours.
Instead she spent most of the day sleeping in the overhead or on the
bunk. She gets this way when the barometer is really dropping fast, so
I'm afraid the storm that's moving in is going to be a big one.

We took a kitten walk as sunset was approaching, but it only lasted 10
minutes. That was all the longer Harri wanted to stay out.

Once it got dark, though, was another matter! We took a walk at 7:45 PM
and just now returned (almost 9:30 PM). The temperature is in the mid
60s and there's a brisk breeze blowing. Harri would make a zoomy-dash
for a clump of grass, hunker down with the breeze in her face, enjoy
that breeze for 5 minutes or so, then get another zoomy-attack. She also
spent a lot of time subduing rock greeblings. I have to assume they were
greeblings, considering how she would pounce on them, bat them around,
grab them with both front paws and toss them in the air, then scoot
sideways around them before attacking again.

She also alternated between playing mighty lioness hunting in the
savannah, creeping from big clump of grass to big clump of grass, and
playing gazelle, leaping over weeds and rocks.

I absolutely LOVE to see her zoomy attacks! She also learned a new game
- she would make a zoomy dash out as far as the retractable leash would
let her go and soon as she comes to the end she hurls herself into the
air, turns around in mid-leap, and when she lands again she makes a new
zoomy-dash back towards me. It's quite a kick.