16 NOV 25

Early morning begins with Oxbear's sous vide screaming for attention from the basement... it somehow shut itself off and the roast dropped sixty degrees in the night... and on the floor below it is a rank cat puddle apparently left in protest against the incessant high pitched beep of the sous vide...

Post-mitigation and post-church... Yali is meticulously wrapping bottle caps in metallic silver tape... embellishments for superhero capes...

After Puck returns with my car and a cup of Smoothie King...

...Yali joins young cousin T with his own set of capes for a a quick hang-out between caped cousins while aunts and uncles convene for conversation over chicken pot pie...

Meanwhile a state south... Patience finally collects one of those necessary top spots accompanied by a surprisingly heavy Dublin crystal vase... before packing back up to drive north...

Later that evening Yali is home again sitting over a box of Cane's Chicken... on his tablet watching something about dinosaurs thundering... “They're saying it wrong! It's MOSASAURUS! They don't even know anything about dinosaurs!”...

A few hours later Patience clatters through the door with all that crystal and a bundle of sashes in Razorback reds and lots of big big happy chatter...