Edemia World

So my apprehension at Bob’s parting gift may have been a little premature. It turned out to be a collection of photos from my stay at Grok’s, from the time he got his camera until my recovery and departure. About a dozen were of Grok doing Grok things (i.e. sitting by the pond and shouting at one of us), a few were of Joe sleeping in odd, open-mouthed positions, and several—more than I’d like—were of me in my unfortunate berry state. I was hands down his favourite subject. I guess waddling and rolling make for pretty awkward poses, which to Bob meant photo-op.

In one of the pictures I’m bending over to pick up a worm, and Bob snuck up behind me so that my butt was hanging over my upside-down face. The lady knows a thing or two composition, I’ll give him that. (Ooh, I should’ve called him ladyboy for every time he called me Juiceball.)

Anyway, I’m just looking over the album while taking a break. I would’ve reached Sylvanos yesterday, but I figured I’d take my time. For once, I don’t have a deadline (i.e. when Grok wakes up), and who knows what newfangled type of warfare will be waiting for me back home. This may be my first me-time in a long time and I’m going to savour it.

Here’s one of my favourite pictures from the album. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling it’s one of Bob’s favourites too.