Long as a snake stretched in one texas long patch of sun. I on the table and the two hairlesses on their chairs and this is the good life. The glass may be able to chill a nose but here we’re as good as buttered toast. The air has the scent of cheese and seafood.

Once I rouse myself from my semi-slumber sunnap I pat, pat, pat, pat, pat, pat the shoulder to get him to move over and flatten his lap so I can get a better position. I walk back and forth along the keyboard and he raises his arm in a new game of high jump. I’m game. Maybe a few more rounds like this then we can change to that circuits around the place chasing him with an open food can or one of the utentsils to get into it.