Hat hiding underneath the old bedsheet.

Apparently this morning I switched off the alarm myself, and Spencer was overcome by the incense smoke from downstairs.

Then I realised my glasses was broken. Luckily I could find another new pair, which didn't give me watery eyes or throbbing headache.

Hat ate his dinner, and napped on the fridge, until the whirring of the microwave woke him up.

Spencer is glum and teary, I hope it was not because of sister departing for India tonight. She is now hiding in the store room.

Gonna rain tonight.