Soup kitchen

Nice to be working at home today, and be able to stop for a bowl of soup at lunchtime.

As I type though, George is hollering "strawberries for puddin'! Strawberries for puddin'! Strawberries for puddin'! Strawberries for puddin'! Strawberries for puddin'!" as if he's trying to set the Most repetitions of the phrase "strawberries for puddin'!" world record.

There's a point at which diverting becomes distracting.