It was a lovely afternoon at Chateau Steelypips. I sat in the back yard reading a biography of Ernest Rutherford (about which more tomorrow), while Emmy guarded against intrusions of various sorts: squirrels, inferior dogs out for walks, the next-door neighbors' kids.
There comes a time, though, when no matter how nice it may be outside, you just want to go inside and take a nap:

It's so hard to be the Queen of Niskayuna.



Comments
# 1 | blf | July 26, 2008 6:33 PM
Well, after a fine meal of squirrel with inferior dog, washed down with a couple of kids, you'd also want to take a nap!
# 2 | Barn Owl | July 26, 2008 8:16 PM
Dude, I don't even know you, and your FutureBaby isn't even born yet, but the thought of "toddler" + "the gap between the door and the top step" (+ or - sleeping dog) is making me hyperventilate.
Even the innumerate can figure that math out-please fix it!
# 3 | Kate Nepveu | July 26, 2008 10:14 PM
Gap? What gap? It's a step down.
The way that complete strangers on the Internet feel entitled to tell other complete strangers what to do never fails to amaze me.
# 4 | Barn Owl | July 26, 2008 11:06 PM
Step down for an adult, maybe-but OK, I'm sorry. I apologize.
# 5 | Kate Nepveu | July 27, 2008 9:14 AM
Thank you.
# 6 | phisrow | July 27, 2008 9:59 AM
Awww. Dogs manage to project more affability per unit mass than just about anything else.