OK, that's a valid point. Come to think of it, I hate that pawing pat you have to do to get the paper to roll down, when it's over style.
"Yeah," he finished. "I mean, at least have some decorum."
In unrelated news, I'm dog sitting for my upstairs neighbor, and no one has ever asked me to care for an animal before. I was afraid I'd get sucked into routine and forget about my boy Biggs, so I taped a note to the bare wall above my desk.
On one of our first walks (photo at the top of this post), Biggs dragged me straight to the neighborhood pet store I never knew was there. And then he shouldered his way into the Room, a local bar, just as it opened (below). He knows people here, apparently. He seems to know more people in the neighborhood than I do.