8.09.2020

August 9, 2020

White Dog wagged at her brother across the room. "Good answer," she chortled after the exchange between Roman and myself.
It had been a long week; everyone was all for an Easy Sunday.

"Sleepy?" I asked my droopy-eyed baby boy lounging near the speaker.

He tried not to look annoyed at my interruption. "No," he answered. "Sibelius. No. 4."

"OK, then," I apologized and sat quietly to share the music.

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