It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

Jac and i watched the end of the Westminster dog show last night. We rooted for the Rottweiler. That was after reading aloud very serious lesbian poetry in bed with a Fargo accent. And that was after an extremely busy day at work. I got to use the words "killer robot" on a conference call.

Jac's fish, Trixie, is still pregnant, spewing out pheremones like toothpaste spit into a clean sink.

Love is grand.