An eerie calm

For the past few days, Connery has been so cooperative and tantrum free that I'm almost afraid to mention in for fear that he will somehow sense my pleasure and plan his next excursion into the land of going limp while simultaneously screaming at roughly the same decibel level as a Boeing 777. I wish I knew what was making him feel compliant so that I could bottle it and make gazillions selling it to tired and worn-down toddler moms. It will just have to be enough for me to enjoy it while it lasts.