Working hard? Or hardly working? It’s an amazing day. Absolutely stunning temperature, beautiful sunshine, no humidity. Even though my soul prefers the snow, even I have to admit that it’s an opportunity to use my favourite word: spectacular.
Kristen’s pulling the tails off of shrimp and Jackson has just been bathed. It’s a precarious task and I’m only grateful that she’s not having to do anything with a knife right now. Jackson’s enthusiastically drying himself on everything he can get his paws on and being chased with a towel by Tori. I’m booking North Carolina (taking a break by writing this) and just trying to stay out of the way.
Jackson has hit the table a couple of times with his head now and that ALWAYS calms him down a bit, though whether that’s because he’s exhausting himself or concussing himself, I’d be hard-pressed to tell.
We’re listening to the Shaft theme-song and just as you think everyone’s far too involved in their own tasks to be paying attention, everyone comes in with a striking falsetto:
“SHAFT!!!”
(back to work)
