Miracles

Summer is definitely on its way. Hot milk tea is giving way increasingly to cold, straight tea. Arthur is now finally asleep on top of the futon in his underpants after complaining over and over, "It's hot! It's hot! It's hot!" Indeed it is.

A strange incident this evening. I poured myself a cold tea in this glass. I left the room briefly to attend to something. When I returned, the glass was full of water. Kazuko, Arthur and Valerie claimed to know nothing about it, but Kazuko held it aloft and chanted an incantation to turn the water into wine. It didn't work.

I don't believe in Miracles.