03 -- 05-08-1980
Today's arithmantic forecast is a twenty-six eight, which is a good day for investment and business if you're willing to risk it all. Both two and six promise strict duality, so there's no promise as to which way your luck will fall.
Wayne is one month old now and he's doing fine. They say he should be all right to leave within six weeks if things keep going as well as they are, and he's doing well enough now that we can go to St Mungo's every day and spend some time with him -- even hold him for longer than a bit.
We continue our pilgrimage into London every day, work or not, despite all the obstacles, because there is nothing anyone can send against me that'll keep me away from my son, dementors, vampires, giants, I'll find a way back here. At any rate, there have been dementors in Birmingham, so there is at least a choice in where we might cower in fear.
Work goes well. Even if I've a few questions for my sup I still get letters from Mysteries requesting their consideration, but I think I prefer a more practical bent to my maths.
I don't understand why Victor's numbers are always wrong.
My family seems well, if quiet, which I would normally consider a sign of foreboding. Am I missing something?
I wish Emma would sit still for longer than ten minutes. I dreamt she was snatched by a dementor three days ago
How is everyone? I've been between my house, the Ministry and St Mungo's more than I've talked to anyone besides my brothers and sister -- and even then barely -- Frobishers, Ollertons, any good news to share?
Wayne is one month old now and he's doing fine. They say he should be all right to leave within six weeks if things keep going as well as they are, and he's doing well enough now that we can go to St Mungo's every day and spend some time with him -- even hold him for longer than a bit.
We continue our pilgrimage into London every day, work or not, despite all the obstacles, because there is nothing anyone can send against me that'll keep me away from my son, dementors, vampires, giants, I'll find a way back here. At any rate, there have been dementors in Birmingham, so there is at least a choice in where we might cower in fear.
Work goes well. Even if I've a few questions for my sup I still get letters from Mysteries requesting their consideration, but I think I prefer a more practical bent to my maths.
I don't understand why Victor's numbers are always wrong.
My family seems well, if quiet, which I would normally consider a sign of foreboding. Am I missing something?
I wish Emma would sit still for longer than ten minutes. I dreamt she was snatched by a dementor three days ago
How is everyone? I've been between my house, the Ministry and St Mungo's more than I've talked to anyone besides my brothers and sister -- and even then barely -- Frobishers, Ollertons, any good news to share?