I can't speak for the boss, but my heart is stuffed to the rafters

Upon closer inspection and observation, I believe that Groceries and Rex were involved in the deaths of the chicks, whether maliciously or opportunistically.  But there is a heat lamp in there and wire covering all points of ingress/egress now, so hopefully Penguin and Brad will be here for the long haul.

After a number of years since first reading about them, my craving for radish sandwiches became undeniable today, so I went to Logan to buy the best bread I have access to, the best butter in the store, and some radishes.  It was worth it--they are delicious.

Also, if your complexion has been mysteriously clear lately, it is because there was evidently some event or ceremony in which I inadvertently agreed to take on the blemishes of the entire world.  It's been a real party, let me tell you.

I have three walnut-sized tomatoes on my Dr. Neal tomato plant.  I am going to MOP THE FLOOR with my mom and brother-in-law this year.  It's my year!