What?

Low on peanuts, that's not an option for Nelson, or for me either. If I go out empty handed he follows me and hounds me. Right now he's entertaining Max through the glass storm door. Max's Siamese heritage comes out with his varied vocal abilities. Those wails are increasing as he ages... Nelson or not.

Off to the car dealer for the brake pads and two hours with a Neil Gaiman book while I wait.

For the Record,
This day came in cold with golden autumn light,

All hands are in good health including the Saab, soon.