What? Not a picture of Sam? Long-time readers might recall the days when I took pictures of other subjects. And here's a boring one, but I really liked what I saw out Sam's window this morning, with a light layer of snow and the play of shadows.
While I was vacuuming other parts of the house, Sam and Cairo beat a hasty retreat together to the bedroom. The family that's scared together, stays together.[Update: I should come clean and mention that I was a bad daddy, and left the vacuum running in the hall while I took this picture. Please don't report me...]
I've discovered one way to stop Sam from attacking me: wrap him in a blanket, which he proceeds to attack instead. Here he is, momentarily distracted.
A non-violent, counter-dominant, left-liberal, possibly charismatic, quasi anarcho-libertarian Quaker's take on politics, volleyball, and other esoterica.
Lo alecha ha-m'lacha ligmor, v'lo atah ben chorin l'hibateyl mimenah.
