Partners in crime

Albert had a little incident this morning, and tangled with a chipmunk.
He didn't eat it, but he must have picked it up in his mouth or something,
because the thing was pretty badly hurt, and I had to do the humane
thing and put it out of its misery. Not a great way to start a Monday
but frankly there are just too many of those things around anyway.
I told Albert after the deed was done that we were in it together now.

As this is the first day I had to work and leave him home, I set up
a "baby gate" in the kitchen doorway, and made sure it was extra tight,
because he's already nosed his way under it once. The intention here
was to confine him to the kitchen, where I'd placed his comfy, comfy
bed. So imagine my surprise to come home and find the gate exactly
where I'd placed it, and Albert camped out comfortably on the living
room couch. He either scaled or jumped over the gate. Either way,
I'm impressed.

Otherwise, a bit less cranky today, but concerned for various crises
of friends and family of which I've recently learned. Why the hell does
everything seem to be so damned heavy lately?

I asked you a question
I didn't need you to reply
Is it getting heavy?
But then I realized
Is it getting heavy?
Well I thought it was as already as heavy as can be

Is it overwhelming to use a crane to crush a fly?
It's a good time for Superman
To lift the sun into the sky
Cause it's getting heavy
Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be

Tell everybody waiting for Superman
That they should try to hold on the best they can
He hasn't dropped them, forgot them, or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift

Cause it's getting heavy
Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be

Tell everybody waiting for Superman
That they should try to hold on the best they can
He hasn't dropped them, forgot them, or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift
-The Flaming Lips - "Waiting For A Superman"