Brains are funny things. Case in point: I have been repeatedly thinking about worshipping at the church of Brimley which is what my brain has decided to call when I give him two handed pets while he sits on my lap. I.e. "I hope my coffee doesn't go cold while I am worshipping at the church of Brimley." It perhaps goes without saying that Brimley is fully in charge of the frequency and duration of worshipping sessions