"Are you a good shepherd?"

I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. It was only a couple of days ago that I remarked to Derek about the longevity of our kitchen sink flock. Alas, this evening, I inadvertently sent one poor lamb (at left in the photograph) over the edge with a dish stacking miscalculation.

After Claire uttered the shepard comment above, I feel that it is my bound duty to figure out a way of retrieving the from the creepy light well. Stay tuned for further details.

In other news, I experienced my first full on shiatsu massage this afternoon. I wondered at times what body part the therapist was using to flatten my feet, thighs and back, but it was glorious. As Jeff suggested, my shoulder does feel much better, though the the manipulation appears to have turned my nose on like a faucet. Too much information? I'll cease and desist.