Sarah: Nothing a little wine, olives, and focaccia wouldn’t cure. Didn’t stiff barkeep this time. Thank god for family-powered childcare. (Here’s to you, Alicia!)
Max: It’s a pajama-powered day, today. Yukkin’ it up at the grocery store, or so I have read.
Alice: Croupy as all get out, poor thing.
time: The only cure for the Croup. Unlike the Gout.
us: Off to wear our daytime hats.
Shawn: When finally alone, the brain spins down to a full stop, wound down, strings cut. Stupid painted awake eyes, but try for sleep anyhow.