Another ugly day weather-wise.

Cold, rainy, wind. I stayed inside the whole day. Made bread, sandwiches, did the dishes. The Prophet of Doom had blocked the way to the basement so I couldn't get down to do laundry or check on the cat. It was too ugly outside for him to go out, anyway.

I stole a nap while the baby slept, while the Prophet watched the other ones downstairs, which means he put a movie on for them. Wild Girl was especially wild, started taking bites out of toys and feeding the tiny pieces to the baby.

I did clean up today, made the bed. The Prophet's evil relatives might come over tomorrow bearing three tons of plastic JUNK that I will eventually be picking up off the floor. The Prophet's brother is married to Star Trek Girl, who had love poems engraved on their wedding rings in Klingon, and their wedding vows involved the phrase "Enterprise" if I recall correctly.

Later the Prophet started lecturing me on string theory, while I stared sleepily at him from bed, and then he went downstairs.