Day Eight Hundred and Fifty Six

Zita  and I had a nice walk. It is not so cold today. 

We had toasts. And jam. After our walk. Craig and Zita had their coffees in the living room. With me. At my watching window.

Zita did not have to go way downtown to her little litte office this morning. She had an important meeting at her old university. With other ladies.

Niamh came home early. She has to watch a way way sad movie. All about a sad list. She did not want to watch it with all her friends. At school.

She will watch it on her little for school computer. In her cosy bed. That is where you watch sad movies. It is known.

Craig said he never watched the movie. Because it is too too sad. Oh dear. People should not watch way sad movies. It is known.

They should just watch nice movies. With nice dogs. And lots of cheese parties. Ha. 

There are dogs in the too sad movie. They are way nasty dogs. I heard them. I barked and barked at them. They went all away. Ha. There are no nasty dogs in my nice comfy house. I will not let them visit. It is known.

Mister Paul came over to get a take everything apart drill. I do not know why. Oh well.

Emmet is nearly finished his old Gods story. Craig will look at it for a long time to make it all beautiful. Then Zita will look at it too. Then Emmet will be all finished. That is good. 

He has to write anther new story now. It is what you do at his nice university. And drink tea. And walk in the long long long tunnels. In the way cold winter there is no snow in the tunnels. That is good. 

It is Emmet's dangerous people class tonight. And it is Niamh's teach dance a lot night. We are very busy. Except for Craig. Ha.