"I don't think there is room for a human".
Jake gets a bath and I get no compassion.
The raingage on my new, fancy weather station showed 2.06" rain in the past 24 hours. It was still too cold in the house and the hot water too tepid for an appealing shower. I wrote a blog post while I finishing my coffee. My agenda for the day was altered to returning to bed; listening to the rain on the metal roof while snuggling with the dogs and; reading a book.
"You want us to move over?"