Winston and a blanket. |
If I was smart, there would have been some baking done to take advantage of the chill and use some of the two and a half dozen eggs in the fridge, the result of shopping without a list. Not only did that not happen, the idea didn’t even occur to me at a reasonable hour, defined as early enough to mix, bake, and clean up before bedtime.
The time spent in the kitchen was mostly occupied with staring at the kitchen wall trying to rearrange artwork for about the 87th
time. The goal is to fill some weird gaps with additional pieces while avoiding a total rearrangement and pulling out any existing nails. That means there are some very odd and specific sized pieces needed. It’s not easy inventing rules and then adhering to them.
Winston played one of his favorite games throughout the day.
It was the one where he goes to the front door and scratches it like he wants
to go outside. Then, when I’m standing there holding the door open, he strolls
away all casual like. According to his script, I am then supposed to
follow him to the cookie bin and give him a treat. It didn’t work, but he kept
trying, so points to him for persistence. When he finally got a cookie after a dozen attempts, he really deserved it.
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