“Shut up, phlox — I don’t want to hear it.”
—Elektra
Zephyr: That outfit.
Dante: I know.
Dante: Flowers make me sad.
Zephyr: So do you, when you say things like that.
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Stage Four in Cold Recovery Techniques: When you feel good enough to get out of bed but not quite good enough to leave the house, which means annoying the cats with “family portraits.”
Sunday’s my day off, which means that I’m relaxing. It also means that if you’re a flying snake, you can enjoy a one-day reprieve before tomorrow, when you can expect to be slaughtered, skinned, and turned into one of these nice divans.
—Elektra
Elektra: Get out here — we’re about to be attacked by flying snakes.
Dante: Umm, yeah — I see that, but I think I’m fine here?
Here are some pictures of the frozen garden this morning, along with one of Zephyr and Elektra, who were seriously annoyed last night when I invaded the guest bed because Stephen is sick. With Dante (not pictured), there were four of us trying to sleep, which is too many people for one small bed!
Here’s Dante and Zephyr on patrol for flying-snake cylons in their colonial vipers.
