27 OCT 25

Puck's hazel eyes are almost fully glazed over as he stands in the kitchen... back leaned up against the counter while I rinse dishes... he's only been back a few minutes from an overnight at J's... and Patience has spilled out about a full essay's length of all her personal crushes over time... hardly pausing for a single gulp of air while informing her oldest brother of all recent addendums... because apparently there's just that much new information to share after a separation of only seventeen hours...

After Patience has fully completed her monologue... Puck grabs a Babybel from the fridge and begins hobbling around the house on one of Oxbear's loaned crutches set to a man six-six in height... a little beyond Puck's personal stratosphere...

At this time there may or may not have been several crashes and thuds and a bow and arrow testing in the living room for the boys... these things are sometimes naturally tuned out when they're just the usual soundtrack of the day... a few maniacal or cackling laughs...

...and eventually Puck nearly falls asleep stretched out on my bed with his cat as a pillow before... “LUNCH!”...

It's a smoky sky of un-fallen rain as the busy day of work and play around the house progresses into evening... ideal for candles and “Blackbeard's Ghost” by nightfall...

“How come cheese smells good when it's cheese... but cheese smells bad when it's feet?” – Patience Silverspoon