This is getting to be a routine with me. Still shaking off the sleepies that are clinging to me like some sort of mental kudzu. Newt bolted out of the house this morning, as I got back from doing laundry, and I had to use my ‘stun-volume’ yell to stop him from running out into the street. (It’s pretty cool… if I bellow at him really loudly, he’ll go down on is belly, and I can then sort of walk over to him and pick him up. I think he think’s it’s some sort of game.) Still, it’s better to yell at him than have him creamed in front of my apartment. Silly guy wanted to play paperwad fetch the rest of the morning before I went to work, so I obliged him. 🙂