Otis

We had dinner at Otis's house tonight, to hammer out plans for our trip to New Orleans. We didn't get very far with the plans, and I think that's because what we really need is a vacation. We just need to be there and not think of what to do next. All you really have to do is find a bench and listen to some music. And eat. Maybe some napping, like Otis, here.
(He looks like a fuzzy cut worm, doesn't he?)