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 Skin and Grin are winging their way back to Finland (I'm seriously contemplating visiting them as My First Solo Travel next year) and I'm already sad.  I told Skin that there aren't a lot of people I feel about the way I feel about her, and we talked about neither time nor distance really matters, it's not awkward when they come back, which feels like such a gift.

My sleep has been hella disrupted, the new medication is being denied by insurance, and another of the tines that holds dishes separate in the dishwasher snapped off.  But I did love having visitors, and especially loved having these visitors.  And now I have an exhausted brown dog curled up sweetly beside me and a point-and-click adventure to play with Abundance. 

And I think it might have been a cooper's hawk in the tree in the backyard.