At any rate, today I still managed to get a bit of writing done on Wacky, did two loads of laundry and made a chicken enchilada casserole of my own creation for dinner. Tom went so far as to have seconds. Sundance sat around and cried for a bite, but when she was offered a plate to lick, turned up her nose. She suspected we were eating ice cream, I think, one of her favorite things. Well, that and tuna. Tuna ice cream -- now there's a flavor she could go for! (Click on that image to enlarge it for easier reading.)
I had planned to clean and mop floors tonight while Tom is at a meeting. He has business to deal with elsewhere tomorrow morning, however, and I will probably put off that bit of housework until then. He needs to be out of the house when I do the floors, whether I do it alone or with the aid of the robot. Inevitably Tom finds it necessary, at the worst possible moment, to walk through the area where I/it/we are working.
I may set the robot to do the basement floor tonight ...
Okay, and I am not making this up. About twenty minutes ago, Tom took off for a meeting. Just now as I was writing this in my office, I heard footsteps upstairs. He had forgotten something and come back for it. And he said, "Good thing you weren't cleaning the floors!"