Woken up this morning by a cardboard robot named “Ow” dancing on my head — a hand-crafted gift from Miles (with help, but it was his idea, executed under his direction) to celebrate my 41st. Nothing like a birthday that starts with dancing robots. Later in the day, learned that he had decided to make his own snack. Got bread out of the refrigerator, applied butter with one of his play-dough knives, then put it in the toaster. The rules of the game change daily.
Music: Ozric Tentacles :: xingu