Don’t tell anybody, but he’s feeling hangdog. He ate my glasses last night. I didn’t yell at him, but he knew anyway. Here’s how he’s looked all day.
Won’t look me in the eye.
Anyhow. Why we can ride through the maelstrom of nonsense about fanatics killing civilians in Paris. We grieve, but it was bound to happen. As my wife reminded me, I did leave my glasses on the nightstand. He doesn’t eat my glasses when I leave them outside the bedroom.