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Bountiful Winter Blessings.

Posted on December 23, 2011 | 31 Comments

            Prepare yourselves for something so amazing that you might not even believe it.  I almost didn’t.  The overwhelmingly wonderful generosity of my children brought me to tears more than once last night.  I truly am the luckiest witch (and mother) ever.  

                          This will prove my point.  And then some.

             Yes, that’s me and Pinkey!  A gift from my son.  Today Dan did some front yard rearranging and now there is (PINK FLAMINGO!) light and loveliness for all to see.  We’ve decided that Pinkey will live indoors after the holidays, perhaps in the middle of the living room.   But we haven’t come to any conclusions yet.

             To further explain that picture, and a few of the following ones, in our family, it is traditional to put on every garment you receive.  Immediately.  No matter what else you are wearing.  In J.Adam‘s family they wrap everything in re-useable scarves and pieces of fabric.  So, that item on my head is a Brinson present-wrapper.

               Above, you can see J.D. demonstrating his new ornament (a golden glittery gun).  From Adam.  And wearing one of his new Solstice ties (this one is in the shape of a Yule Tide stocking).

             And here we have Hanny, modeling her gift from her brother, an exquisite chapeau.

             Empress is wearing several scarves and Max has on his new Snuggie (insert trademark sign here).

             This was taken at an odd angle because I was sitting on the floor (hugging Pinkey), but you can tell who it is.  Dan, wearing too many presents all at the same time.  (With a plaid dinner napkin around his neck; we were so enthralled with that uber green exchange idea that we cloaked a few of ours the same way, except ya know, we’re not classy and don’t have a plethora of neckerchiefs at our disposal.)

            A better view of Adam (as opposed to only half of him) and hopefully you can see both Hunter and Indi in their new apparel as well.  Of course the dogs got new clothes!

             Tomorrow I’ll show you some more photos of our celebration, but for now we need to move on to the message du jour.  It’s from our newest animal deck, in the Walkers Between The Worlds category, like Elephant from last Tuesday.

“Beaver  ~

Investing in home comforts provides security and family togetherness.

Glossy Beaver counsels conservation in all senses of the word, from protecting the earth’s resources for future generations to freeing yourself from large projects that sap your vigor and leave you vulnerable.  Beaver mates monogamously for life and keeps her offspring safe until the call of the wild bids them leave. 

Although our lives may be very different, the archetypal family unit still haunts our dreams.  Beaver’s lesson is that you turn longing into reality and transform love into a way of life.”

              Since this is our state animal we are pretty familiar with them around here.  Although, just the other night, my Beloved and I did learn a few a facts we hadn’t known before.  There was a program on PBS about home-builders in nature, and Beaver was featured prominently because of the tremendously functional and architecturally fabulous dens they create. 

             Any time we craft a cozy and welcoming home for our loved ones we are sending our own message.  We’re saying that THIS is a place to be comfortable in, THIS is where we are safe, THIS is our sanctuary.  As much as I detest The Burrow, for many reasons, it is our home right now.  And it feels like it fits us.  So I’ll make a point of being grateful for it.

Today’s Deck:

Animal Messages: Seek Inspiration From Our Animal Guides by Susie Green

LateNight Health Report:  I went to see the nurse practitioner on Wednesday, and she took some blood for a variety of tests.  No one called me from the office today, the results were due in by the end of business hours Thursday.  If anything had been amiss, she said they’d let me know.  I’ve heard nothing.  Apparently, I must be fine. 

           Without over-sharing (too much), the bottom line now is that my condition was sort of a Perfect Storm of Female Bad.  Menopause, pool closing/complete alteration in movement activity, turning 50, becoming a non-smoker, and basic metabolism changes due to hormones.  All in a VERY, albeit relatively speaking, short amount of time.  We have a new prescription and a new program now, so these steps should help.  I’ll keep you posted. 

              Today I took the bike out.  Fastest circuit yet.  And still, I’m coasting about half of it because of the hills.  I’m going to up the difficulty as soon as I can drop two more minutes off the total Route time.

 

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Scrap Bag.

Posted on April 13, 2011 | 18 Comments

             Today’s title is my way of wishing that I was doing more quilting.  I’m not.  Haven’t been in my sewing room in way too long.  But I figure if I toss some fabric-ish phrases around it will make me feel better.  See?  There.  Helped already!

            Last night I almost finished Em’s second subversive cross stitch sampler.  Ran out of DMC number 553.  It’s purple.  I searched every damn box in the Burrow.  Not so much as a single thread left.  Tomorrow I will gather a handful of pesos and go pick up another skein.  Timing-wise it would have been perfect, if I could have been done with this one.  Ah Mercury, you sneaky bastard.

           The other day I got a call from the shop I do commission work and display pieces for.  Instead of completing something fun with bad words, I had to set it aside and start on one that will make me a few bucks (and seriously, only a few, but I was thankful for the call, not complaining, merely stating the facts).  The designer of this particular chart has some fairly cool graphs, I don’t mind working on them.  Even though I’ve already stitched this pattern before.  I’ll share a picture of it before I take it in.

             In small news, there is a promising update.  Although, as I remarked to Delia in the comments tonight, I lied.  Right after I put up last night’s post and sat down for crafting time, I washed my hands, which meant I needed a new band-aid.  Oops, it was bleeding again.  What a ridiculous injury this is!  Better today though, really it is much better.  I am ever hopeful.

         And speaking of positivity (because we always are) I received this great phone pic earlier from my Hurricane (who I am missing, on a frighteningly large scale lately).     

           Indiana Sunshine!  My grand-dogs bring such joy to so many.

           As I was going to the pool this evening my Wee Walnut and I made a little boy smile.  I love when this happens.  He was walking (sort of, more like gazing about) with his mom and older sister.  Just as I got to the four way stop sign he looked up and pointed at my silly car.  Then he jumped up and down and waved.  Obviously I had to wave back.  This made him even happier.  He was maybe two years old.  And that made me think of how, when the witchlings were that age, we always called them Terrific Twos.  It confused other parents that Daniel and I thought this was such an entertaining age, and that we never refered to ours as Terrible Twos.  (We’ve always been rebels, never sheep.)

            During our swimmy/exercisey class Patty and I were talking, of course we were talking.  I’ve been kind of struggling with a decision.  (Although “struggling” is too strong a word, more like lobbing around, or musing over.)  She said, jokingly, “get your cards out and ask the Universe.”  Duh Jule!  Why do I never think of these things that way?  I constantly recommend crap like this to everyone else, but when it’s me, I forget.  Thanks Patty, I will do that.

          Before we get to our message card of the day, here is the oddity J.D. and I witnessed in the driveway.  He was leaving and spotted this next to his car.     

                                     With this one just past our curb.   

                  I placed them together like this so we could share.    

            In the Tarot hearts are emotion, the suit of Cups.  After he left I got my deck out and matched them up.  Because obviously we were meant to know about this.     

             The nine is about full support in all matters of the heart, plenty of love and plenty of joy.  Very much about abundance.  Like the seven, one of my favorites – Dream It, Feel It, Have It.  These numbers are significant too, powerful and mystical.  What a cool treat The Son and I got, practically delivered right to our door step!

          We have no idea where these playing cards came from, but it was garbage day for the neighbors, maybe they fell off of a truck or something.  Don’t care, they showed up and were fabulous.

                                Here’s where we are on the card altar.    

“Dog  ~  Loyalty.

All of the Southwest and Plains Indian tribes had Dogs.  These noble animals would often give warning signals of approaching danger.  They helped in the hunt and were a great source of warmth on long winter nights.  Since the canine tribe has many breeds, early Indian dogs were usually half-wild.  This wildness, however, never divested the owners of their Dogs’ innate loyalty.

Dog has been considered the servant of humanity throughout history.  If a person carries Dog medicine, he or she is usually serving others or humanity in some way.  Here you will find the charity worker, the philanthropist, the nurse, the counselor, or the soldier.

Dog was the servant-soldier that guarded the tribe’s lodge from surprise attack.  Dog is a medicine that embodies the loving gentleness of best friend and the half-wild protector energy of territorial imperative.  Like Anubis, the jackal dog protector of Egypt, Dog is a guardian.  Throughout history, Dog has been the guardian of hell, as well as of ancient secrets, hidden treasures, and babies – while mothers were cooking or in the fields.  Dog honors its gifts and is loyal to the trust placed in its care.

In examining Dog medicine, you might find that you have fond personal memories of owning and loving Dog as a pet.  The message that Dogs are trying to give you is that you must delve deeply into your sense of service to others.  Canines are genuinely service-oriented animals, and are devoted to their owners with a sense of loyalty that supersedes how they are treated

If Dog has been yelled at or paddled, it still returns love to the person who was the source of its bad treatment.  This does not come from stupidity, but rather from a deep and compassionate understanding of human shortcomings.  It is as if a tolerant spirit dwells in the heart of every canine that asks only to be of service.

Dog medicine asks you to look at how readily your sense of loyalty is countermanded by your need for approval.   When dealing with Dog medicine there are several questions you need to consider.

Have I recently forgotten that I owe my allegiance to my personal truth in life?

Is is possible that opinions of others have jaded my loyalty to a certain friend, group, or situation?

Have I denied or ignored someone who is trying to be my loyal friend?

And lastly, have I been loyal and true to my goals and self?”

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Eating and Reading.

Posted on January 4, 2011 | 19 Comments

            Before we even begin, allow me to clarify, should anyone mistakenly imagine that I suddenly went all conventional.  This is NOT a year-in-review type of post.  I am not nearly that organized.  Also, there are plenty of them around right now, you don’t need me to sum crap up for you.  In fact, go over there to the Important Women category and click on just about any of those links, most have really good (and extremely clever) book listings, with like numbers and creative titles and everything.  I don’t have anything even close.  I have OCD.

            Two topics in my life that I obsess over to the extreme, are books and food.  Food and books.  I am not wired anywhere near normal when it comes to these.  I have a major mind-fuck about eating and not-eating, dieting and not-dieting, my weight and how that reflects on who I am.  It’s deeply embedded and I struggle with releasing it on a daily, no, more like hourly, basis.

           I have these odd and compulsively peculiar habits surrounding my books.  I don’t buy many, except for gifts.  Mostly I stalk the library website late at night and request items that have been recommended by people I like.  Craig Ferguson is just one example (the rest of you know who you are).  He often has authours on his show, and I jot down their names, then later I log in and put that on the list.  But only, and this is a great big honkin’ BUT, only if I have read everything that writer has already written.  It’s a disorder, I am fully aware of that fact.  It’s one I can live with.  Unlike the mess that is my brain where food is concerned.  THAT shit needs to be dealt with.

           The reason this has come up today has nothing to do with it being a new year or month.  It has everything to do with what my daughter and husband brought home.   With Daniel’s new days off, and with Empress now being only half employed (when the booth closed, she lost her job too, but she has another part-time gig), they tend to have a bit of free time on their hands.  They had a Play Day this weekend.  So they went to a grocery outlet.  And a dollar store.  And gawd knows where else.

               Here is one of the choice selections they bought.  It is an  artichoke tapenade   -go read the ingredients on the label…. I’ll wait.  Okay?  Did you SEE this stuff?!  It’s killer good, amazingly tasty, super biter, and way strange!  I love it!  I ate half the freaking jar last night.  While I was reading.

              I just finished the latest book by Carl Hiaasen.  He’s a genius.  I adore his stuff.  It makes me Laugh Out Loud and frequently physically cheer.  Practically with pom poms.  I got through all the Lani Diane Rich books by our own Lovely Lucy.  (The Fortune Quilt was my favorite, there will be no secret as to why, for any of you who have read this one.  And if you haven’t, what the hell are you waiting for?!)  Another one I read in past few weeks is the newest by Janet Evanovich.  Very fun, but now I have to wait for her to write the next one.  I believe I have read every book written by Charlaine Harris at this point.  Also recently completed the new  Jenny Crusie, and the first one by Paula Wall (yes Kelly I finally got to The Rock Orchard, you were right, it was GREAT!), along with the John Edward one I told you about yesterday, and the newest by Sylvia Browne.

           There have been probably a hundred more this past year, but I can’t tell you all of them.  My “system” has fallen apart.  I used to have a journal (like Becky‘s) and then I asked Dan to make me a data file here on the dinosaur desk top.  He followed my instructions, to the best of his abilities (and belive me, those directions were exacting) but it didn’t do precisely what I needed it to.  So I haven’t kept it up.  Hence, I have no record of what I’ve been reading (other than the scraps and slips of papers in a huge messy pile over here next to me).

             My point (and I did have one) was that I eat when I read.  That needs to stop.  I don’t have emotional eating problems, or boredom eating problems (we’ve discussed how I do NOT get bored).  I just have reading eating problems.  There was an article in the paper this morning (yes my news is continuing to appear as it should, and their website continues to suck, so I had to google around for this link, but it is totally worth reading) that talked about how our brains fool us with dopamine and this process keeps us in the rut of bad habits.  We reward ourselves in not-good ways, our brain remembers this, and makes us keep doing it. 

              Now that I know my scrambled head is going all trickster on me, I plan on addressing this issue directly.  Keep your fingers crossed, it’s gonna be one of those complicated lessons.  The kind that can’t be learned over night.  I’ll get back to you with the results.

             Have I mentioned how many sweaters my Beloved has made for our grand-dogs?  Well, it’s a bunch.  He perfects a pattern, then he does it again.  Lately he finished one for Max, that I generously donated the yarn for.  (I bought it thinking he or my mother would make me something out of it, but it’s been in the sewing room for a very long time now, and I figured I could spare a ball or two of cotton for the cause.)                 The name on the wrapper is Key Lime Pie.  Okay, so maybe I picked this because of the label.  Fine.  Still, it looks good don’t you thing?  If Indi wants one just like it, we still have some of this yarn (like five more balls).   Ha, they could be sweater twins!

             Carol and BFB asked about the Dark Moon in yesterday’s comments.  I don’t have the patience, nor the brain power right now, to go back and dig through the History Quilt for what I have said about this phase before.  (But good question you guys, thanks for paying attention, I nearly missed it, damn I wish my new calendars would get here.)  So I will just give you the quick version.  The Dark Moon is another name for the New Moon.  We call it the Recycle Moon.  It is a big black pit of void, from our side of the earth.  So we treat it as a bin that can be transitional for our purposes.  Toss in whatever you need to get rid of, with the intention of having it come out the other end (at the Full Moon) remade into something positive and helpful.  This is a pretty well done website, although it seems to be from the UK, so the times don’t match with ours.

            Here’s our card for the day.  It’s from Colette’s Wisdom of the Hidden Realms oracle deck.  I love the illustration, and the message totally captures what I feel like right now as we wait out this last bit of Mercury’s Shadow Effect, not to mention how well it lines up with where we are in this Dark Moon phase . 

“The Ice Queen  ~  ideas preserved, nonaction, entitlement.

    The Ice Queen has come to block your movement for your highest good.  Let your ideas be preserved until later.  You can thaw them out and use them at another time when they will serve best.

The realm of the Ice Queen is the place of nonaction, and now is the perfect time to take a look at how far you’ve come and to ask yourself for a reclarification of your highest goals.

  Not all your plans can be accomplished at this moment.  In fact, putting them on ice allows for the perfect timing later on.  Don’t be too hasty in trying to reach your goal.  An even better one will present itself if you surrender and spend the winter with the Ice Queen.

  Perhaps, too, you are trying to do too many things at once.  This is a good occasion to choose only one thing to focus on right now and let the Ice Queen put the others in the deep freeze until a more appropriate time.  She will let you know when it is time to let them thaw.”

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Fine, it counts as Special.

Posted on November 25, 2010 | 23 Comments

           Still in my jammies!  Very nice not to have to BE anywhere, or see anyone today.  Well, except for these guys.   They never care if I get dressed or not.      Can you see all the dogs?  Yes, Han and Adam and Indie have arrived.  And look, Max is here too.  Scooter is still being a grumpy old man.  Also, Axel had a run-in with a rose bush a few nights ago, so one eye doesn’t look real great, but it isn’t bothering him, and all his other issues seem to be healing very well.

   In answer to everyone’s questions concerning Black Friday (AKA Buy Nothing Day), I will have to be there.  But I won’t have to be there at the time I would usually be going to bed (thank you Matt, and Josh and Chris too).  I’ll get up when I get up and arrive around four-ish, on the dark half of the clock (where I belong).  It will  be a very long and annoying day, but at least it won’t be early.  Hopefully all the rabid shoppers will have gone home for a nap.  Or a turkey sammiche.  By the time I roll in.

    Another conversation Daniel and I have had recently:

Me: It was in my tweets, they show up on the side of the blog now.

Him:  I know where your tweeties are.

Me:  Well?  Why don’t you know what the hell I’m talking about then?!

Him:  I said I knew where they were, I didn’t say I was reading them.

Me:  Hmph!  (Followed by many bad words and unkind statements that you really don’t need to read about here.  Might project me in a negative light, and we certainly wouldn’t want that.)

   I noticed a problem about two days ago, while blog hopping and visiting friends.  I submitted a comment, and it vanished.  I tried again, same result.  The next day, same thing.  It continues into today.  Not sure who else to contact (I have made several inquiries to WordPress) or how to solve it.  If it continues into tomorrow I am really going to lose my shit.  I have things to say dammit!  (These are the people who I can’t seem to get through to: Lucy, Carol, Kelly, Tracy, Kris, Stormy and Alastair.  I haven’t tried Serena or The Fokker today, but they are both WordPress too, so I imagine it will probably also be bad.)

        Just because I don’t personally participate in this feasting holiday, doesn’t mean it’s not a Special Occasion for many.  So I did go with the Special Occasion Deck (from Australia).  Also, it’s my niece Holly’s 20th birthday.  That felt Special enough to count.

    Here’s what the Animal Dreaming Oracle Cards had to say.  (Yeah, I laughed when I saw that it was another bird too.  Especially since it was this bird.  When Hanna was younger we used to call her a magpie because she hoarded small shiny treasures in her room.  Also she kind of had a chirpy magpie-like personality.)  

       

“Magpie  ~  Balance.

Magpie is the bringer of balance, the yin-yang of the bird world, an agent of awareness, the embodiment of ‘the opposites that are equal’ concept and the force that champions the attainment and correct use of esoteric knowledge.

   She demonstrates that spiritual knowledge, and the power that comes with it, must be approached with a committed, objective mindset.  It cannot be attained overnight, or bought with money.  True wisdom must be deserved.  It must be gathered over a lifetime of study and embraced as a way of life.  It must become a path of the heart, explored with absolute devotion.

   Before questing for spiritual attainment, we must first dedicate ourselves to becoming a whole person; a process that involves surrendering ourself to Spirit, so that our authentic self, hidden deep within, can emerge reborn.  We must be prepared to face our fears and conquer them and turn our weaknesses into strengths and our darkest hours into gifts of power.  In becoming a whole person we embark on an expedition to reclaim inner balance and authority and, in doing so, find ourselves stepping out of our comfort zone into the unknown.

  Magpie is the doorkeeper to the other realms, a guardian who lets only those willing to honour the sacred balance between the good and bad, light and dark, feminine and masculine, in all things, to explore her world.

  As Magpie has swooped into your life today, you are being guided to a place of awareness.  You are being shown how to better understand the innate marriage between the opposites that are equal and the duality within all things.  You are being primed for a deepening of purpose and a broadening of perception.

  Magpie’s arrival heralds an obligatory confrontation of fears, the reshuffling of thoughts, review of values and a loosening up of everything that has offered sustenance and strength up until now.  It means being ready to walk a path of the heart to find a place of inner freedom: a quest for a better understanding of the poise that resides within you and everything in Nature.”

(Oh joy.  Now the configuration is fucked as well.  So much for my stress-free day.  I give up.  Time for a bowl of cereal I guess.)

LATE NIGHT UPDATE!!!  Carol just said (in yesterday’s comments section) that I landed in her SPAM folder.  Please guys, go check for me.  If I am there, rescue poor pathetic, and virtually voice-less, Lunarmom/UrthaLun.  Thank you!

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Some crap that doesn’t really go together.

Posted on November 17, 2010 | 18 Comments

         I happen to be very tired of the word “random” and am in a rush tonight so I can’t go googling around in search of something else.  So you get an absurd, and completely me type of title.   (If you’ve never spoken to me, and heard my speech pattern, well… now you have, that’s exactly what I sound like.) 

          Many people chose not to have children, or it just turns out that way.  We are not all parents.  Wait, we are not all parents to human babies.  There are those loved ones in my life who have babies.  The kind of babies that are covered in dog or cat hair.  (Is it called fur or hair?  Do we give a shit?  Don’t correct me on this one, I don’t actually care.)

         As you know, my girls have their own dogs.   We have two in-house dogs as well.  Animals bonded to us with love and devotion make our lives more satisfying.  And way more entertaining!  We don’t currently have any snakes, but when we did, they enriched our lives as well.  (We’ve also had guinea pigs,  a hamster, and some turtles.)  In some ways the pets we have around us nearly take over our lives. 

              My Hurricane recently started a photo blog, featuring Indiana Sunshine.  I hate to say it, but yeah, it’s pretty damn cute.  And then there is Max.  I have written about him before, and how he came into (and went out of and came back into) our lives.  (Still can’t link to those old posts, sorry JulieLanders, you’ll have to go poke around in the History Quilt until I can figure that one out.)

        Max now goes to work with Empress on a regular basis.  He didn’t for a while there, he had a few issues.  But now, he seems to be doing really well.  (It’s a dog wash place, so he’s welcome there, and it’s not like he’s gonna stink up the joint.)  Look what I got on my phone a couple of days ago.             This was what the message said, and it was obviously from him directly:  the laundry monster is just one of the many work place hazards i face.

             I tweeted this yesterday, and will again later, but it needs to be announced here, in bold perhaps: Devour Eugene, my favorite mobile sammiche creator now has a store front.  And I found it today!  (NOT an easy task, but you don’t want to hear about how Daniel and I argued our way around town in the Wee Walnut.)             See?  You can go in and have your Devour deliciousness at a nice table like this.  Or, as the website mentioned, you can rest on the lovely green sofa.           JP was his usual awesome self, and fed us oh so well.  If you are local, or if you come here for a visit, please go see him.  (I would have taken pictures of the food, but we ate it.)  Now that I don’t have to get lost first, and he stays open until I am awake enough to legally drive there, I will be visiting often.  And you know I will share.  I promise.

       Our crafting update is all over the place too.  My original subversive project turned out quite shitty (I’ll take photos later, just so you won’t say “oh it’s not that bad”) and then the second one is not as close to done as I wanted it to be.  Today my mother called with her own ridiculous inspiration.  She wants to make a baby doll (WTF?!) and needs me to cross stitch her a face for it.  Right, of course, mother.  I’ll be on that directly.

     Our card for today is from Doreen’s Healing With The Fairies deck, and it’s perfect for ending a post that’s all over the map.  (Oh hell, speaking of maps, we saw one plate this afternoon: Illinois.)   “Happily Ever After  ~

A happy outcome is assured.  Release any anxiety, and feel secure that everything is resolved in the end.

 This is a reassuring message that signals the ‘movie’ you are currently starring in has a very happy ending.  Situations that appear sticky are miraculously resolved.  Misunderstandings are forgiven.  Mistakes forgotten.

  You are urged to stop worrying about the future, as your fears could be self-fulfilling in a negative way.  You could literally be sabotaging Heaven’s brilliant plan for you if your worries are excessive.  So, ask the Fairies to help you rejoice in the perfection of Creation.  Your joy renews your faith, and ensures the blissful outcome that is in store for you.

Affirmation:  Everything is in Divine and perfect order, right now.”

An aside, and let’s say the reason this post was late (sure, let’s say that).  J.D. came by to get something that he had delivered to the house (either a holster or a flashlight, I don’t really have a clue what he ordered this time, but you can put money on the fact that it will be one of those two items, sometimes it’s both).  Which means he has to sit over there and pester me as much as possible, then follow me around.  He was supposed to have dinner with No Longer Fictional Friend Whitney, but she had an emergency come up, meaning he was free to hang around here and distract me, as only one of my children can.  Tonight he reached a new level in the “let’s annoy Mom” game, he stood over my head and ate a cookie, so that the crumbs would fall directly into my hair.  I love this kid, really I do …..  gotta go get the food off my scalp now though  (or eventually anyway).

Late night update.  I realized about two hours after putting this up that I had switched JP’s blog and website, there is a difference, in those links (hey, I made working links, that counts for something).  But I left it.  You guys are smart enough to figure it out, and he has met me enough times to know that some days I am just not as focused as I should be.  Apologies.  But, no one died.

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