Leo's office has moved.* He now works a mere 7 minutes from our house. Or 8 minutes. We're still trying to figure out the best commuting route.
On Saturday, we went up to the new office to do some decorating. M was invaluable; she squawked once for yes, twice for no. We moved the furniture around, and decided that the first arrangement was the best anyway.
And then M helped Leo with work.
And then got bored and punched him.
*To be perfectly fair, Leo has moved, along with his firm. No buildings have become spontaneously migratory. In fact, no buildings have become migratory with any amount of planning.