Mr. Byron knew how to scratch a rug away so that he could bodysurf on the cold tiles. He’s resting his head on a scale to measure his IQ. I miss sharing the little bathroom with him. Course sometimes he positioned himself so that I would get a doorknob in my back trying to squeeze into the room. Seeing him peacefully sleeping was worth the squeeze. If you look closely, you can see his overbite.

Byron and toilet