Zoe is not feeling so good. The above picture shows how she feels, I think. I was making one of the best clam chowders of my life, and somehow, (Asher?) she got the remainder down off the counter and ate it, except for 3 pieces she hid in the couch (!!!) She is a piglet, but I imagine she will live. Her tummy was tight as a drum last night.
Asher was here for the weekend and we had fun, although he figured out how to unlock the back door and go out. Scary. He kept saying, "Maw, whatcha doin?" I've been trying valiantly to get him to call me grandma. He does sometimes, but mostly it's Maw. Also, Dave was working on the house and every time he would come in or out, Asher would say, "Hi Papa!" even if it was 2 minutes ago, the last time. And every time, just as excited. At least one million times.