Day One Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy Nine

We had a sleep in today. Because it is a for everybody holiday. Ha.

Zita and I went for a nice walk. We did not see Jamie. He still has sore feet. 

He has to have special just for your feet baths. He does not like it so much. Oh well.

Our friend Mister Aidan had his own operation this morning. Before I was fast awake. 

Zita talked to his father. On the telephone. That is good. 

Niamh will go see him when he is not so fast asleep. And not way too sore. Maybe tomorrow.

Craig and Zita went to see Mister Gene and his old friends make nearly brand new famous music. 

Downtown. In a brand new music building. 

It is not way too loud music. Just nice music. 

Mrs. Deidre was there too. To make sure Mister Gene ate his tasty dinner. Ha. 

Sometimes he forgets. Because of the practice music time. Oh well. Too bad for him.

We had the pretend toasts from France today. For our breakfast. 

They are not real toasts. And they are not real pancakes. They are just pretend toasts. Oh dear. Too bad for us.

Emmet is nearly all finished his brand new story. For his nice university. That is good. 

Niamh has to make lots of lists. For her far away university. 

To see how much real money she can have. And not just starve to death into nothing. Or only eat ice cream. All the time. Even for breakfast. Oh dear. 

Lily is going to sleep at our house. For a little while. Because Doctor Susan's house is all full up with her relatives. Oh dear. 

All our relatives live way far away. Or sometimes our cousins live in the basement. All the summertime. 

That is when cousin Orlaith takes me for nice walks. Ha. That is good. 

She did not come to take me for walks this year. 

Because she is going to her university. And has to go to nice job. 

Just like Niamh but in way far away Ireland. Oh well. Too bad for me.