The website isn’t dead, but there’s not much going on. Serena is in school, which basically means we become boring for sixteen weeks.

Odessa has been going to school for a half day on Wednesdays in order for her to interact with other people her age. She seems to enjoy it, and as a bonus she brings home a new sickness each and every single time she goes.

She has also been recently disturbed by something she refers to as “Yets”. What the Yets are, we don’t know, but they are outside the windows and Odessa isn’t a huge fan.

My birthday is coming up. I realize that Serena is very busy and doesn’t have the time to properly plan a party for me. So, being the generous person that I am, I have kindly instructed her what I expect her to do. This eliminates the time that would’ve been spent worrying over how to not screw it up.

I indicated to her that she should anticipate everywhere that I would walk on my birthday and, while I am sleeping the night before, to bake and ice enough cakes to put on the floor in the places she expects me to go. The goal here is to not allow my feet to touch the ground on my birthday. My feet should touch only cakes.

See? There was nothing new to report. Business as usual.