So they are home, and moblogged even. The men are exhausted, need baths, and at least one of them has successfully grown a beard.
Buck is not as pleased with his beard as he’d planned to be, seeing as a fair percentage of it is gray. He seems to have the notion that he ended up with somebody else’s beard, and is wondering where his own went. He is sprawled over half the bed, with Beeper R. Kat snuggled up to him. He has always been a favorite of the cats, especially in the winter, due to the great amount of body heat that he radiates.
No more glorious solitude, but that was beginning to wear on me. Buck is the element of order in the house. Peter is the element of disorder. I am the observer.
white pebble 