Bacon!

I'm babysitting a dog for a couple of days.  Easy-peasy, I thought.  Then I got the instructions that came with the dog.  Opening line:  Rosey likes a scrambled egg in the morning.

Ooof.

Which is a French joke.

On a related note, my boy Francis Bacon is burning up the charts on the auction market these days.  Consider this bad boy (boys) ...

142-Large at Christies last night.  Wow.  That's a lot of gorgonzola.

I don't know what's going on with this photo, but I do like it.  The paintings look great -- way better than the unimpeded version above.