Write four lines of prose which take place on: the catwalk.
Not sure what inspired that. Maybe it had something to do with being around Oliver (Kat's brother's cat) while hanging out with Max at Kat's parents place this afternoon.
Feel free to imagine me shrugging my shoulders while muttering "I dunno" at this point.
Tomorrow is the final day of the regular season for the NHL this year. Playoffs, I believe, are scheduled to begin on Wednesday. And, unlike last year, there are four Canadian teams (Vancouver, Calgary, Winnipeg, Montreal) guaranteed a spot in the postseason - with a pretty decent chance of a fifth (Ottawa) joining in on the fun.
But I'm pretty sure you already know which team I'll be following with the most interest.
"They are working very hard," Evan said, his words surprisingly clear given that he was chewing on a cigar at the time.
"So it appears," I replied without taking my eyes off the men and women arranged at benches below us.
"Do you think our vantage point is... less than advantageous?" Evan asked as he leaned further over the railing to get a better look at what our employees were doing.
I put a hand at the small of his back and, after a moment's thought, decided not to push - there would be time enough for that at a later date, with fewer witnesses about.