It's like Atonement, but . . . No, actually, it's nothing like Atonement. Except maybe all that water.
We were supposed to travel to New York City this afternoon. Alas, a hurricane--called Irene, appropriately enough--has forced us to remain where we are. I was for going all the same, but The American believes in erring on the side of caution or some such twaddle.
She's promised to take me there some other weekend. I suppose the up side to all this is that we won't miss tonight's Torchwood and will be home for Doctor Who tomorrow as well. Assuming there's power. Though the dark is always fun too.
And now we're having Indian food delivered, and if I promise to behave, she'll let me ride the dog later.
Seems I failed to post about a sculpture garden we visited a while back. I'm sure there's a perfectly valid reason for my failing to post about it at the time, but here are some pictures nonetheless.
|I call this one "Sherlock in Captivity."|
|This sculpture is called "Ozymandias."|
|She and I had a nice little conversation, never minding our various stages of undress.|
|More climbing. And undressing. Though not necessarily in that order.|
|She made me button up.|