Vlad, and James, and his other brother James, and his tomato snake, James, and Pat and his Hellenists. And Wednesday, but she's episodic. Periodic. Something like that.
Big choir practice for Palm Sunday. Three new singers, two children and an adult, all with potential. And the mothers of the girls joined in, too, since they were hanging about, and the biggest one-year-old I've ever seen played maracas, when he wasn't biting Tom.
A couple of the new people don't speak any English, so I was mangling Spanish verbs all over the building. I'll improve quickly, I hope, with a real need to communicate!
You smuggled Vlad in, as I recall.
Just as you are cooking up another Castle resident as we speak. We may have to shift some ballast around.
GOOD MORNING EVERYBODY!