Another day, just Roby and dad. we went on a nice long walk, we drank broth and played games and sang songs and farted around. Winter time with a baby is real interesting because there are severe limits on what you can do. You can’t run around outside for all that long. I mean, you can upt on a snow suit and have fun with that but my endurance for it is limited. So mostly you’re in front of the wood stove singing songs and playing games and reading books made out of card in all kinds of the wrong order.

It is a decidedly avant garde book reading experience, the way Roby prefers having it done. She’s an artist.

Anyways I’m coming down with something. My head feels ripe and I’ve got a tickle on the right side of my sinuses, a tickle done with 80 grit. So I oughta go to bed early, but I don’t know if I will.  

I might ddirnk tea and watch Good Fellas instead.