Shep!

Primed and Ready

Shep came over, set up, put the cat in the laundry room, threw some vintage Ray Price on the turntable, and painted our nook.

His attempts to keep Miles at bay were futile, apparently.  When his texts arrived I was watching the snow fall thickly outside the gig in Chicago.

Thanks for the great work, Shepherd, and for keeping Miles out of the paint cup.