accidents will happen

Mrs. Camino is out of town for a few days, and the cat has taken to spending the night sleeping on my head in her absence. He is quite a large cat with a substantial purr that takes very little prompting, and this has led to dreams that I am one of those guys who carves things with blocks of ice and a chainsaw. I keep trying to carve a statue of Elvis Costello but always mess up on the glasses.

I am then left to splinter the whole thing into ice candlestick holders for some reason, and no one cares about seeing those.