The Good Life

[stoutfellow]

It's a pleasant Sunday afternoon, I've got a pot of Brunswick stew simmering on the stove, I have my dogs at my feet and my music on the player. I have a meeting with a student scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, but no other immediate obligations. (Well, I've got to get the dogs to the groomer, get my state ID renewed, find someone to dogsit during Father's Day weekend, and... do various other things, right, but for the moment I've got nothing to do but relax.)

Life is good.

(Dammit, there's the phone again.)