*Autocorrect not corrected for your amusement and cognitive dissonance. I let the Mother in our house sleep this morning, as I try to do most mornings. Decades ago, I made the rookie mistake of waking her in the midlife* of the night to have sex. It was never attempted again, which demonstrates my ability to learn, adapt, and get the jell* out of the way. The senior terrier, or Senora Terror, as I refer to her privates*, is practicing a certain kind of canine Buddhism, aka One Foot In Front of The Other Three. She plods. She sniffs. She looks up at me with her good rheumy eye.
You sir, are on a roll, and it rocks. 44 days to go? Keep us informed, Mr Mills and both dukes up!
That was very funny.