All Things Profane and Sacred

Generally when J is done with work he comes home, walks the dogs and takes a shower. Last night I opted out of this walk on the grounds that it was freaking freezing and I didn't want to go. So, I was curled up in the library with Tom Robbins latest when J came back. Amid the usual running around and roughhousing, J was shouting "NOOOOOooo!" I felt like I had to investigate, so I put down my book and wandered on over. He was clutching a note and his eyes burned with revenge. While he was out, unknown persons had taken our pirate flag, leaving a note that said they would give us further instructions for getting it back "after the dangerous time."