Day Two Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty

It is sleep in Sunday.

But only Craig had a nice sleep in. Ha.

Zita drove Niamh to her downtown early in the morning work. Even on a Sunday. Oh dear.

But then Zita and I did not go for our good morning walk. 

Because it was still too slippy outside. Too bad for us.

When Craig was all awake Zita made the toasts and Craig made the too much coffees.

We had the tasty own made jam from our far away by the mountains friends. Ha. 

My friend Emmet is all back in his very little apartment.

He got a tasty pizza for his dinner. From the very famous pizza store in far away Antigonish. 

Maybe for his breakfast too. Used pizza is very delicious too. That is good. 

This afternoon we were very busy.

Zita brought up the very big shelves from the basement. 

To Niamh’s old bedroom. 

And Craig and Zita put them all back together. 

Then Zita brought lots and lots of the old music machines up from the basement.

But there are so many we have to get even more shelves. Oh dear. 

Too many music machines. And even too many speakers too. Oh dear.

This afternoon Zita and I went for our before dinnertime walk. With Professor Jill and the little dog.

I got a Miss Rima treat tonight. Special just for dogs tasty treats. 

Miss Rima gave them to me for my Merry Christmas secret present. Ha.

She came to our house tonight to watch a movie with Niamh. And to make treats for their own dinner.

Craig and Zita watched the from far away France detectives tonight. 

The detectives from Mister Tom. That is nice. 

I stayed there to mind them. On the comfy rug. 

That is an easy job.