I love and adore my dear CSO, but I am so happy to have a weekend to myself.
Right now, all I can hear are the birds and crickets. Boris, one of the cats (lest there should be confusion), is cuddled at the end of the bed and I am starting to feel the first flickers of a long-awaited chilling out.
Stupid dog is still at the per hospital soaking up money. Boris and Disco are fed and life is good.
I wonder if the TIVO caught tonight's CSI...