And this way, at least in theory, I'll have good food waiting for me for lunch tomorrow.
In other news, Lacey and the puppy both came home from extended trips yesterday, and Hans is about a pound heavier, but still just as interested in licking your nose. He was flailing about last night, trying to get the best angle for full contact licking, and ended up hitting me in the face with one paw. I now have a small red scratch under one eye, which I may well blame on "that cute little skinny, wiggly guy" if you ask me about it. So don't go reporting Sharif to the police, or anything.