Hakuna, perched at the top of the stairs.
Hakuna is in the catbird seat here, observing the world from the top of the stairs.
She has been very vocal of late. Ever since we returned from the beach, Hakuna has been talking almost non-stop. It’s as if to say, “You have a lot of nerve, you two, leaving me by myself for a week.” A far lonelier week without Matata to get in her face, alas.
The carpet cleaning people come today. I predict an Intimate Reunion: Hakuna and the box spring under Elder Daughter’s bed.
But that will be later. Meanwhile, Hakuna’s on top of the world.