January 8th, 2025

Snow Day 3

Yali wakes around one in the morning… “I threw up,” he tells me pitifully, standing over my pillow… clean up and make him comfortable from what seems to be the head cold aggravating his digestive system… he wants to cuddle back with us for a few hours

Wake late… Oxbear on a call with someone in London talks into my dreams… sluggish and feeling worse than Tuesday

Although with local school districts calling day 3 of no school, I have already allowed day 3 for my small crew as well

Throw an English muffin in the toaster… trying to keep the old granny cat from inexplicably drinking out of the toilet (she has fresh water)

Crashing almost immediately back on my bed while the kids half-fight half-collaborate back there with me into the early afternoon, asking endless questions, Patience also asking me to keep re-threading her embroidery needle…

Puck out shoveling and de-icing under a blue sky before lunch… breaks the first ice scraper… old-man crabs about that for awhile but keeps working (Oxbear prints him another one)

Help Yali with glue and paper snake eyes for his art project

Patience returns to the dishes, a task she seems to enjoy, thankfully

Spend some time texting Elmer about the wildfires in California… one of his best friends lives just at the edge of it… while folding some laundry

Puck finishes de-icing and de-snowing everything… “Make me FIVE grilled cheeses” he grins (I have enough to make four) “and tomato soup”

Sneezing through the afternoon, watching Youtube clips from Nepalese and Portuguese culture

Oxbear leaves to pick up Chick-fil-A for everyone… something special with everything going on… before bringing Patience back to the studio and later the laundromat again (busy fella)

Console Yali when he wakes from fears of repeated vomit in the night, poor kid…