Day One Thousand and Twenty Three

It is a not so very warm day. Zita and I had a nice walk. We did not see any of our friends. Oh well.

Niamh has another dance a lot contest today. A way loud music dance. I can not go. Again.

She had to make her hair all funny. And use way smelly hold your hair all together forever stuff. In a can. She had to have her window all open or we would all die. Oh dear. 

She will be all smelly. And will have to have a bath. Ha. I am not so smelly. It is known.

Zita is going to see her dance. They will not be home for tasty dinnertime. 

Craig and Emmet will have to make their own dinner. All by themselves. It will not be tasty. It will not matter. Craig can not taste things so well. Because the cold caught his nose. He has to see his nice doctor again. Ha. 

Craig was in the den all afternoon with long long wires. He had to put the make music boxes in another place. So they would look all beautiful. I do not know why. He did not tell me. 

I had a nice nap. Right beside Zita. When she was writing to all the rascal ladies who visited. To keep her feet all toasty warm. 

Craig's hockey team won last night. So they can still play. He was happy. 

The scary Viking program is on the television tonight. I will not watch it. It is too scary. 

Craig has to watch it. Because his friend made some of it. Emmet says she is not so scary. 

Her father was a professor in way far away Ireland. He was the man who married Craig and Zita. In the great big church. Not the close to us church. The not so very far away one. Craig said he was scary. Ha. 

He wrote lots of books. We have them. In the den. They are not scary books. Just fat books. With no beautiful pictures. Just about way old church people in way far away Ireland. Oh well. 

I will not watch the scary Vikings. I will just have a nice nap and wait for Zita and Niamh to come home to their comfy beds. It is known.