December 6

Monday, December 6, 2010

Further genealogical unwrappings had revealed the burial of one of the great-great-greats in Nazareth, another great-great-great as being Mark Anthony himself, and for the cream: purportedly the first Christian king in the world, set on the British throne in 170, and baptized by Saint Timothy, although likely not the original Saint Timothy.

In the morning, Puck begged some of the blackberry jelly from Isabella Swiss, a Christmas gift to Collette, made at College of the Ozarks, on toast for a second breakfast.

It was eighteen degrees that morning. Even OLeif was asking for a pair of gloves before leaving for work.

In the afternoon there were some white Christmas M’nMs, another gift from Isabella to OLeif for playing music for the Christmas program.

In the early evening after Puck’s bubble bath, he walked around in his dalek bathrobe and Collette’s wellies.

It had been the previous night after Puck had gone down to sleep, that everything was quiet for a short spell.

“Mama?” Puck called out. “Where did Daddy go?”

“He’s in here with me, Puck,” she replied.

“Why? ‘Cause you’re a little bit lonely?” he asked.

There was little else to say about that day, really.

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