Whatever floats your boat...
...in the car again with the windows rolled up in 70 degree weather a day before his birthday.
Happy Birthday pen !
I only remembered because when I stepped out onto the back porch this morning at 5am the squirrels had left a charred pile of peanuts, sunflower seeds and those weird spikey balls . It looks like they tried to use a twig as a candle and it sorta' went lop-sided. I'm still trying to figure out how they got it lit. I don't think it's the AIs we have to worry about in the future. Someday we'll all have shunts in the back of our heads and we will be devotedly compelled to farm peanuts and walnuts until we drop from exhaustion.