"Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."

"Very deep," said Arthur, "you should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you."



I'll keep it short today. Today was nice. We did more hanging out at home. Getting up at noon. Reaping the benefits of Jenny's inexplicable enjoyment of cooking. (Crepes and blue berries for breakfast at 12 and Hungarian Tea Balls after dinner at seven. [We ate dinner tonight ridiculously early. But it was coo' cause we got to play Euchre afterwards.])


This was actually taken New Years night but it's of my room and it's still accurate to this day so, I think it's okay.