Day Ninety

And like that, it's been three months.

As you can see from the picture, Stuart is now securely perched on the kitchen windowsill, just waiting to scarf down any termites that are dumb enough to venture down from the ceiling. Yep. He's waiting. Any minute now. (We'll let you know.)

Anyway. I'm driving down to Newport Beach tomorrow (yep, just for the hell of it, while I can still do stuff like that), so I need to get my car cleaned out before I go to bed.