Pizza and Poses

I really don't have much to say these days,

nor very many folks to say it to,

 at least not out loud.

I am in my 9th week of total isolation,

within a 2 1/2 year span of partial.

I think I'm still sane,

or as sane as I ever was I suppose. 

The smallest things make me ever so pleased.

This cheese and marmalade pizza for one.

It was the Private Selection brand from Kroger.

Reading the ingredient list it states the marmalade 

is made from bitter orange. 

It is delightful and my next delivery order

 included two more for the freezer.

Almost like melted brie with marmalade

you make for dipping...

on a thin crispy crust.

Next you'll see two of the CA kiddos.

Tom and Hannah posing in the masks 

that Tom's mom made for them.

In Walter news:

He has learned how to go thru 

the first set of dog doors.

It took 4 days of gentle coaxing 

and a setback trauma when he nearly strangled 

himself for about a millisecond,

 and he hid for 4 hours as if it was my fault. 

He has also discovered the second floor.

Once with me, and the second time he 

climbed under the handles of a shoe basket

used to block the way,

 and up and over the other side

onto the stairs.

Sitting in the family room, I heard what

seemed like thunder until it dawned on me 

it was Walter raising bloody hell upstairs.  

I had to chase him out of each room

 one by one slamming doors closed behind me

and then another 10 minutes of him 

ducking past me on the stairs up and down,

up and down, "the little s&^%".

As he grows the mischief increases,

as does the whining to get his way. 

oh the whining...