Sailing in Puget Sound. Leaving Port Madison with nice weather, seeing the storm appear from over the land, to running flat out ahead if the thunderstorm chasing us. All within 10, 15 minutes.
Spring won: she successfully defended the papasan against Strut. She sounds like a cross between a buzz saw and a demented wolverines, and Strut is, most of the time, just way too kind to her.
Strut late at night by himself in the papasan, cuddling with a pillow, as Spring'd gone to bed with Colin (she sleeps on/in his bed), and we weren't available to cuddle: I was looking into a large...