Sunday: sun (full blast), yogurt, Dutch babies, daydreams, skates sharpened in steel and sparks, Markus to practice, fingers crossed he wakes up from his nap not grumpy, dryland, mandarin orange, hot chocolate, trail mix, dried apricots, Lorax (from the crack in his door), airport later, two games won, one tied and Max scored in the shootout and one just worn down, Blasts in Damascus (on, public radio), chicken soup, old English love: Downton Abbey.
