I had a rather hilarious dream about a suicidal goldfish that I was trying to keep alive. I accomplished this by tying a weight around his wee belly. I decided to try paint it and this is my first attempt. I think it needs some work.
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
We weren't sure we were going to be able to go, but we managed to squeeze in a visit to the kids before seeding. We helped Tucker empty his stuff from the studio for the summer. Next term, he'll have his own cubicle, so he's really looking forward to that.
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