Currently, EJ and I have retired to the interior of the beast (our “vintage” Chevy Tahoe), after several hours of sitting in the bleachers amongst fellow spectators at Brad’s men’s softball league opening night. I was actually doing fine, chit-chatting a little but mostly just enjoying the beautiful May evening. EJ, though, has been a little uptight and quivery all night. He’s still a pup, not sure how he feels about the whole hangin’ out at the ballpark thing, and now he’s quite relieved to be curled up in the driver’s seat until the game’s done and it’s time to head home. Which is really fine with me, because I’m completely content with just this sweet, wary (and weary) little dog as company…tonight, and most of the time.