On the Couch

 

After the bike ride and dinner and at least one walk Charlie has commenced on a new little ritual, settling on the old beat-up blue couch beside me to 'type B ocean' and generally hang out with a 'joke' or two (the main one lately involve referring to both an uncle and his dog, Portia, as uncles). Wednesday night, after a good hour he simply went up to 'bedtime' around 10pm.

I hope it lasts; I'll revel in it while it does.