I couldn't leave the blog sitting here for a couple days with a rant at the top of it, so I thought I'd share a touching picture of a finished object that's left the nest.
C sent me this photograph of Istvan, to show me how well he's adapting to his new home. I'm appalled. The last thing he read before leaving my apartment was an old copy of Odes of Horace I had lying around.
Blame it on Janice.
I guess you just have to cut the cord, don't you?