Another pretty day outside. It was sunny. The mercury got just above 50 degrees. It was, I’m told, a great thing. (I was bathing in the florescent glow of the office for much of the day, and the brilliance of LED lights in the studio well into the evening.) Nevertheless, we must honor it with photographic proof.
For the end of November, that’s nothing short of spectacular.
Phoebe, as we get our weekly check-in with the kitties, is enjoying this weather. She’s here posing in the living room to enjoy the late-morning sun.
Poseidon has this weekly game. After we make weekend breakfast we put the cover on the stove, and he jumps on it to soak up the last of the heat. When breakfast is done and the dishes are clean I pull out a napkin and give his face a big rub down. Sometimes he lets me rub his back or his paws — never his tail, with a napkin anyway. Sometimes he attacks the napkin, or me, or both. In a recent version of the dirty face game he tore a big hole into the napkin. And then he stood there while I tied it around him. And he posed for pictures.
One day all of the tumblers will click and I’ll understand what he likes and wants from the napkin game. It’ll be obvious and he’ll be relieved that I finally got it. This will take too long. I will blame is communication skills.
It was a news night in the studio. They did some rehearsals and auditions and it was all very productive. Because that’s what it was — and it was that because of the weeklong break the students enjoyed for Thanksgiving — they didn’t record anything. (Still took the same amount of time!)
But there is something new to show you here. This is the late night show, and this one came out just yesterday. Check it out.
And if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sit down for a haircut. My lovely bride will give me a trim. This one means the clippers I bought last year have paid for themselves. And when you add in the silly pictures, buying a haircut kit was obviously a terrific investment.
One more work day for me this week, then it’s time for a long weekend vacation. But who’s counting?
