This is Asher.
Asher is sick.
It is Sunday.
We stay home.
He watches some Little Bear.
We play some memory.
He watches some more.
I sneak cherry almond crumble for breakfast.
And some extra coffee.
I read. (Living Into Community: Cultivating Practices That Sustain Us by Christine Pohl)
He reads. (You Wouldn’t Want to Be a Roman Soldier)
I continue my detailed (or is it obsessive?) research of this beauty of a camera.
He starts to ask when his brother and sister will be home.
The other two fly through the door.
The quiet is over.