Dot kept me on my toes though. I know the sound of her little footsteps approaching the folding sofa very very well and I can go from resting to on guard in the fraction of a second between the moment that I first hear that sound and when she pounced, I was ready to dart out the other side and start the chase. Sometimes we’re playing. Sometimes we start out that way and we wind up really going after each other. But whatever happens during that time, we always wind up back at our status quo. A fragile state of armistice between us that usually falls apart after a while, but forces us to understand each other and ourselves well enough to function as siblings.

Meanwhile, Misty sent in a piece of knitted cloth to some bit collaborative thingie, the Milkweed project or something like that. Honestly, how do they expect me to relax?