Day FortyFour: Day 44 started out just like any other day, the sun came up, the cold morning air eventually gave way to the cold rest of the day air... and the boy is starting to go stir crazy, he wanted nothing but MineCraft food today. Do you recall me saying he has creative days with food and it's not always a good thing, ya... this is what I was getting at. He set next to me on the bed and made out a menu for the day, oh nay nay, a pen and paper you say? He logged into MineCraft and built a large white wall with terracotta blocks for corners with designs on them so that the wall resembled an actual menu. He then took signs and picture frames, place a picture of the food on the wall (page) and a description of it on a sign beside it. Breakfast: Bread with Honey, watermelon and a glass of milk (I wouldn't let him drink out of a bucket) / Lunch: Eggs and Potatoes / Dinner: Salmon, Carrot Sticks and Baked Potatoes. Not one plate came back with even a crumb of food on it. See he can eat but there has to be a purpose to it other than you need to eat so you don't die, apparently some days that reason isn't good enough. So while I' making MineCraft food (yes I know I was going to make souvlaki, didn't happen, they don't have that in MineCraft) and the dishwasher was sitting in the corner crying, "Fix me... fix me... come on, I know you have the parts... please fix me...". So I got out the screw driver and disassembled the poor thing again (obviously the part I have for it goes in the middle of everything <Murphy's Law, Section 14 (d)>). When I was finished I pushed it back in the hole and connected it all back up again, ran a load of nothing through a rinse cycle to check for leaks (frankly I expected water spouts not leaks) surprisingly there were none. I looked in the sink, which for weeks now has been full... and there was nothing. I had inadvertently broke down the day before and actually washed everything by hand. What ever, it will get use tomorrow I'm sure. Heather walked in the door and I pushed the fish at her, 'You need to cook this' - because frankly she makes better baked salmon than I do (But I make better fried fish so...). We found a bottle of Champagne and opened it. The wife wondered what we were celebrating, I'm like, "hell woman we have a bottle of Champagne, isn't that cause enough for celebration?" - Apparently she was OK with that answer. So after a few drinky poos we sat down to watch the rest of the National Theater's production of Twelfth Night, frankly I found it entertaining once I quit getting all bunched up about the modern twist, it worked well and added to it... good for a laugh, we give it 2 thumbs up. Don't let the Old English mess you... tough it out... it's not that hard to figure out. Then it was dark again, the little one and the medium sized one fell to sleep. Note to self, Tomorrow is Saturday... getting hard to keep track of the days... not a COVID19 thing or have anything to do with isolation... pretty sure I'm just getting old.