The U: Nine of ten boxes for fully equipping the cargo trailer tiny house. Only the fridge is still stranded in Prettytown, and that’ll be remedied soon.

The P: A couple of bags for a first stay ever IN the Oak Creek Canyon, and in fact literally on the creek itself.

I won’t recommend the place we stayed because it was the kind of lodging that only a fan of retro kitsch could love. But fortunately, we both are.

A driving day, and in the middle of it all I got to pet Dusty the prospective adoptee for a whole sweet half hour, while they were adding a new tire to my truck across the street. If it all works out as planned, this one will be the almost-new spare.

Tire, not cat.