Day One Thousand One Hundred and Thirty Three

We had to get up way early this morning. Because a nice man came to finish fixing the bathroom in the basement. That is good.

Zita and I had a nice walk before he came. Before more way too hot came to catch us. 

My friend Emmet did not sleep so well last night. He was too sore where the nasty holes are. He could not get all cosy comfy. Even with all his nice pillows. Oh dear. That is not right. 

He went all fast asleep after lunch. That is good. 

Niamh and Cara and Lee have to give away a whole bunch of our own nice newspapers. All over. 

Lots of the other people are all away. Because it is the vacation time. It is known. 

You do not have to work when you have a vacation. That is nice. Craig does not work. Because he is old. 

When you are old they give you a retirement instead. So you can take care of your nice dogs. Some people have to have cats instead. Too bad for them.

Zita and Craig and Emmet watched the nice detective last night. I did not stay in the den. I had a nice long nap on the big comfy bed. On top of all the pillows. 

I like pillows. They smell like my friends. Ha. Craig's old T-shirts are good for comfy sleeping too. That is good.

Zita had lots of meetings today. Downtown. About the rascal ladies. And the only vote for nice rascals election. 

Then Zita and Doctor Susan had to go to the way expensive coffee store. For another meeting. Ha.

Niamh had to give Craig all the money in the world. And even more. So he could buy her half new apples for her dance a lot school work. Craig and Zita are going to buy the other halves.

That is very silly. She will fall all down if she dances on apples. Oh dear. Only half apples. People are silly. I would not dance on any apples. Only on nice soft rugs. In case we fell all down. 

Apples are not so soft. It is known.