12 MAY 26

It was a three-mouse night for the fat yellow cat now rolled smugly on the footlocker under Puck’s bed...

The dog... maybe feeling her value as a house beast drop some after being unable to participate in this night-long event... consoles herself by shredding a plastic spoon beneath the table while Patience learns about the making of 18th century Seneca deerskin clothing...

A few wildflowers sit blooming in a mostly finished can of strawberry sparkling water...

“My spine hurts...” Yali groans stretching nearby... “because I had to wake up EARLY!”...

This won’t stop square roots though... or writing in his notebook about a pickle who becomes a ninja... this is Oxbear’s idea and Yali finds himself intrigued enough to complete the writing prompt with only minimal huffing...

By mid-afternoon we’re walking the park brushing through swathes of misty cottonwood fluff from the grove... Yali marches beside me listening to high-amped rock and funk or something... a “PRAY WITHOUT CEASING” sticker slapped on the back of his phone...

And it’s time to scoot back over to the studio... Patience standing at the table... dance bag slung on her back sucking down a watermelon freeze pop between her teeth scribbling mad-like in her notebook romance novel...