Cast adrift in a cardboard box raft on a sea green carpet, our Maximum Leader finally washed ashore against the bed. Alone and without sustenance for weeksdayshours a long nap, she looks up, hoping for rescue. And tuna. And some water from the sink. Out of your hand. And some petting. Please?
While I was lost at sea, all I could think of was tuna.
All the time, I was surrounded by a Great White! You have no idea how hungry that makes you.