I came downstairs for a break from a bit of spring cleaning. Belle was in her last phase of "cleaning"
Overheard on the couch:
Southern Belle talking to herself: "How do you relieve Stress?....I Clean My Gun!" (whose name is Alexa, btw)
The smell of gun oil is like incense to her. The Zen of sidearm maintenance.
When Belle is happy, I'm happy.