Now that I'm behind what can only be called my "impenetrable shroud of doom" (to quote Sarah Vowell) after the theft of my copper, I need something to cheer me up. And what is cheerier than a sock monkey? So these are my sock monkeys. On the bottom is a sculpture I made in grad school. It is an actual sock monkey that has been bronzed. I call it Bronzed Sock Monkey (I know, I'm clever.) And on the top are the two friendly monkeys that adorn my bed. I like to call the big one Sally and the short one Mabel. They are antiques, though. I didn't make either of them. But someone did.