I installed the moving mouth mechanisms in two of the puppets today. The female version works great and can be operated with one finger inside the head, but the male one is going to wind up needing to be attached to his rod. There’s something not quite right about that sentence…

Today’s comments included, “I’m having a lot of trouble with the little monkey’s butt,” and “It works best if you spank the monkey.”

I’m taking pictures of everything, honest, but I’m not getting home until midnight pretty much every night and just don’t have enough brain left to write it up in a coherent manner.

Seven years ago today, I went to see a movie by myself. At the end of the film, only one other person had stayed to watch the credits. This nice young man and I walked outside talking about film and theater. He got on his bike to ride away and I walked off to my car, thinking, “Nice young man. Why didn’t I prolong the conversation.”

On the drive home, I saw him, sitting on his bike at an intersection and thought, “I’ll circle the block. If he’s still there, I’ll ask him to go talk about the film. If he’s not… oh well.”

He was there. A year and a half later, I married him.

Rob and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. This is better.