ON THE FLETCHER FRONT:
The plan, established during dinner, was for me to settle in with Fletcher and Buster in my room, to see how well they get along together at night.
Right now, however, things are not going as planned. Marty has encamped on my bed, and while Fletcher is sticking close to me (I don't know why, he's just decided to make me his starting point into the family, I guess), Buster is...I don't know where.
And we all need to wussburger soon, because der Brucer and I have ladsitting to do tomorrow, and need to get up early.
I hope this doesn't turn out to be a long night.