Hyatt

Hyatt's not welcome at Havinghurst Hall, which, effective tomorrow, is my home for the next four weeks. I don't know how I'm going to write without this guy sleeping on the futon behind me. Here's Hyatt in a rare outdoor moment, trampling the flowers to protest the absence of air conditioning. Note the displeasure on his face: How could you take me away from my soft bed? Why is it so hot out here? Jeesh, are we back in Arizona?