Shog is now sick and resisting my efforts to make him feel better because decongestant and pain killer "only mask the problem." The problem, my love, is that you don't feel well and are beginning to annoy me. *rolls eyes* He's gone to bed, but his dog has not followed him:
Our comfort-loving dog loves the hearth; it was only a matter of time . . . .
I shall say goodnight—Goodnight!—and leave you with some links, all WS:
Chirrut and Baze fanart.
Surprisingly adorable: Dancing baby skates.
Tolkien meets donut meets moron.
And a very good man.