There were flurries of activity and food in between long periods of lounging.
We did not even consider diving into the whole Black Friday crap.
Recluse found the best spot to snuggle and be petted by 2 hands at the same time.
I said: "One day we'll be 70 (or 80, more like it) and retired and our whole life will be like this."

Not a horrible thought at all :)



(ftr: my run-in with Molly from two weeks ago is finally getting better. The bump has gradually moved down to what now is a blue cankle but at least the pain is diminishing. Hurray)