September 8th

OLeif started his day with a sinus headache.
Fortunately, by the time they visited the bank that morning to have their first adoption paper notarized, his head was beginning to clear.

Over at the house, Mom and Carrie-Bri took Puck on a long walk while Collette put documentation together, and worked with Francis on his curricula of the day: music theory homework for choir, algebra, merit badges, and Portuguese.
But not before he had knocked back a cold pork chop from the fridge, and a Silky’s chocolate Oreo custard.

That afternoon, in preparation for taking Puck to the boathouse, Carrie took him outside, strapped him into a life jacket (or ‘boat coat’), set him in the lid of a trash can, and floated him around his kiddie pool.
For the rest of the day, he tromped around the house in the boat coat and ‘Onion’s shoes!’, while Carrie fed him a chocolate pudding cup.

Meanwhile, Francis was sitting at the kitchen table over his algebra, with his usual musings.
“I think that’s what I’ve been missing my whole life,” he said absently-mindedly. “A robe.”