Ah. Home again. Main draw is of course various small animals to pick up and coo at (each one hates this but patiently submits). Also family, home-cooked meals, fireplace, and hot tub.
Listened to a reading of Plutarch's Lives on the way home. Wonderful stuff.
Current listening: Bach Mass in B minor, BWV232, Harnoncourt.
Today, Jay and I were eating at Union Station when Sasha strolled up and said hi. He went off to pick up some Chinese, and Jay and I pulled over a table and chair for him. But no sooner had we done this then some complete stranger sat down in Sasha's seat.
SCOTT: Touché, anonymous stranger. Nicely played.
JAY: Oh well.
SCOTT: Looks like Sasha's getting his food to go anyway.
JAY: Nobody wants to eat with us.
SCOTT: [loudly] We pulled you up a seat, but something went horribly awry.
STRANGER: [effeminate] Are you talking to me? Oh, I'm sorry.
SCOTT: Only kidding!
STRANGER: Please let me get up.
SCOTT: [embarrassed] No, there's no need! It was just a joke!
STRANGER: I just didn't know anyone was sitting...
SCOTT: [mortified] It's ok! He doesn't want to eat with us anyway!
STRANGER: Really, no problem, I'm so sorry.
SCOTT: Please, don't bother!
[Anonymous stranger takes his stuff elsewhere]
[Jay, Scott, Sasha exchange looks]
SCOTT: ... Well. Now you have to eat with us.
Pet post getting mad play.