spirit rich, flesh lacking



This is Ian’s wife Tessa speaking. When we got back from dinner tonight, he was so ashen-faced and sickly-looking that I told him to go to bed. En route, he ran into the butcher’s block and knocked over an entire rack of knives – in other words, he’s out of it, and needs to sleep. He said he needed to write a blog, and I told him I’d write a note to get him out of it.

He can come back out to play tomorrow.



before a skating competition last week

0 thoughts on “spirit rich, flesh lacking

  1. Anne

    Awww — Feel better, Ian. Tessa, thank you for the update.
    And that photo! Beauty and the … gnarly beast? LOL You guys are great.


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