29 DEC 25

Wind is wild in the night... something hits the window hard but leaves no cracks...

Some watches pass and the squirrels are back in the attic in some kind of domestic argument that leaves them chittering angrily at each other still some two hours later...

Puck and I are on the road early... he's picked up a cough from the weekend... but he has an appointment with Army so we're downtown while he reviews paperwork and I keep the car warm...

Back home again in about a 2 degree windchill despite the sun... where Yali is also hacky coughing...

...somehow both boys aren't low enough yet to not chase each other around the house with an aerosol can of bug spray...

“PUCK IS GONNA EXTERMINATE ME!!” **COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH**...

So the boys are banned to quarantine as Yali spikes a low fever and there is mint tea with raw New Zealand honey...

...and Puck wants to know why there's Mongolian throat singing playing over the Alexa which was admittedly sort of a mistake... “What am I listening to right now?”...

Afternoon fades pale into two online therapy appointments... the dog snoring through Patience's video call...

...and Yali equally has tired himself into a long winter's bear nap in his blanket tent...

...as Puck calls my phone from his room... “I think I'm sick... Taco Bell?”...