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Ugh, I'm beat. I do not want to go to work at all. What I want is to snuggle back under the covers with fairyhead (who is wisely off today) and the kitties, and get up when nature intended (around 10:00 or so).

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It's starting to be that time of year when I expect to see people(?) step out from between the trees up the hill on one side of the path I walk every workday. In the barrenness of winter I expect them to be less numerous and colder in demeanor, but today I expect them in groups, dark against the colorful backdrop of leaves, pleasant if foreign visitors through passages that might be two way. It seems fitting, today.

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You've become one of my favorite people; even thinking of writing this makes me smile, fills me with bright golden light like on a late April afternoon in the park. You don't ever seem to just go through the motions; for good or ill, you always seem to be in the thick of experience, seeing much more than what is proscribed through any given lens. You don't turn your back on life, but embrace it without reservation, and life seems to be responding in kind, especially as of late.