sleeping in, a school holiday today. I’m buried in covers, always cold. I hear him coming down the hallway in his sleeper-feet, scratch scratch – then he slows down and steps more quietly scratch pause scratch. I feel his heft sneak up onto the bed, and then Jasper’s weight being towed to the edge. They both alight from the bed (the great escape), TJ is holding Jas under the armpits and tipping back slightly so that the dog’s back paws don’t drag on the floor. TJ can’t see very well in this position, so he inevitably hits the doorframe (with some part of Jasper) on his way out. I hear him tell the dog “If everything were safe, nothing would be fun”