I was pretty inconsolable last night. It pains me to think that the majority of eligible voters either don't give a shit or voted for what I consider to be active evil. So I didn't expect a big smile, but Mr. FCS called me from upstairs last night and said, "Come quick! And bring the camera." This is why:
They're both sound asleep. They were on opposite sides of the bed when I left the room. The book beside Crackle is a Company's Coming Cookies cookbook. He looks at the pictures and falls asleep holding that book quite often.