Would you like me to post a new photo of the Museum every time we rearrange it? I’m happy to. You’ve only to say.
See the comment box below? That’s what it’s for. If you get tired of this blog, you are not supposed to stop reading. You’re supposed to use the comment box to tell me I have no life and how to get one.
Another thing. I may have misinterpreted Bugs’s willingness to stop applying his claws to me. He may have become not more considerate of my feelings, as I had hoped (oh no! am I turning into an unscrupulous optimist??). Maybe he’d just become weak and disheartened. Kim suggested I up the meat component of his diet and now I believe he’s more feisty. My feet and ankles are showing signs. No matter. I’m still hopeful. Guardedly optimistic.
Anyway, about the meat, this reminds me of what a friend once said. He was opposed to vegetarianism because he didn’t want to become too passive.