Chico and I have been busy, really we have, but for some reason, right now writing kinda makes me feel like this:

That’s an anxious Chico, on the steps of Luther Burbank’s home. He was correctly anxious, because while we walked in the back gate, there is a LARGE sign by the front gate saying “no dogs.” Which, of course, I didn’t see until we left. No wonder that lady with the bicycle was giving me the stink eye.