A drop in the ocean

Two more things ticked off the to-do list. I think the list has grown since yesterday though, so it's a mere drop in the ocean.

Cousteau rolled in something dead down at the river.

I made up a song for him.

(to the tune of 'Where did you get that hat?')

Why do you smell so bad?
Why do you smell so bad?
And why do I love you so
My smelly little lad.

Why do you roll in stuff?
Why do you roll in stuff?
You are a lucky boy
That I love you enough.

I didn't get any further ...

We like making up silly little songs, Cousteau and me. It lightens the mood.

He's now sleeping off the trauma of being washed.

I'm trying to psych myself up for some marking.

Laters.