it's not so cold & windy indoors

more of a relaxing day today, reading murakami and messing with the camera. you can't quite make out the stratches on my fingers from sagan's teeth; too bad. the sweet badboy yellow is on my lap.
okay, i didn't want eliot to felt self-conscious about being bald, so i made myself bald too. he feels much better now, as you can see. me, my head's cold.
fire is pretty. warm, too. we went through a bunch of wood.
kara's diligently working on her grad school admission essay. really. she has a notebook on the other side of that pillow.
max seems to have survived yesterday's attack. good old man, max.