Plugged in
For those times when we have to share the house, by ourselves, the dog and I have come to an unspoken understanding. If I sleep, he sleeps. If I watch TV, he sleeps. If I leave to purchase foodstuffs (such as steak and mushrooms with a side of chocolate pudding), he will stay outside and scare away door-to-door evangelists and roaming squirrels (insignificant difference). If I eat chips, he will (in keeping with the unspoken part of our deal) use his paw to remind me of my duty. That’s about the extent of it. We never argue…
Pay no attention to the cord; we keep him plugged in to avoid “low battery” messages.
Completed my first week of that course on entrepreneurship. A lot of common sense, with a realization that failure is expected. How’s that for distilling the material into one phrase?
Actually, the biggest job of today is only partially completed. Someone (in the household) believes that some small lights would add to the festive spirit around here. I did go to the basement and find the appropriate storage container (one of the unlisted labours of Hercules, if Wiki can be relied upon for such inferences). Son #3 was already bound to his own schedule for labour, so I considered the risks (part of the suggestion list in the entrepreneur course) and decided that my falling on ice and being blinded by an unseen tree branch outweighed the beauty of electrical lights (we are a century gone from such amazement). Tomorrow, when I can be assisted and see what I’m doing… no, really…
