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Easy samba music floating through the house...

...as Puck pauses a morning work-out to walk upstairs... annoying Yali during spelling... “Uh... you can't spell that word Yali?” // “You couldn't always spell everything either” I remind him // “I can spell... I'm great at spelling”... time for a spontaneous solo spelling bee for Puck... after successfully rattling off words like “genuine” and “lasagna” and “Sphinx” and “Belgium” Puck is very pleased with himself and begins blending a smoothie in the kitchen while he and Patience argue about things like our current ketchup stock and violin lessons...

Meanwhile Yali moves on to mathematics where he chuckles over visuals of “angry cats” to demonstrate the commutative property...

Patience then forgets about her arguments with Puck and begins crafting handmade thank you notes for various teachers... tapes them to Canadian potted botanicals for delivery tomorrow...

Puck then leaves to hang out with J before an evening shift at work... “Watch the skies” I remind him...

It's early afternoon and the wind is stirring suggestions of later storm as Patience and I drive to her therapy appointment...

Home later for speech therapy... and picking mulberries...

Oxbear ends work to play Journey to the Center of the Earth mini golf on VR with Yali...

Tacos all around before the storms...

Heavy rain and big wind and hail about the size of quarters before nine... prepping a long night waiting up in another tornado watch which inevitably becomes the warning...