Energetic to the point of bursting out of bed into song. The hills are alive (my default song for bursting into song)! I got a ponderous burden off my back, just like in The Pilgrim's Progress. Then I ate sushi. And drank sake. It was quite good.
September and October were a greyscale fog, highlighted only by crystal pink moments of playing my Goodwill Dreamcast and googooing at our calico white, orange and black-spotted kitty. Occasionally pierced red by heartrending anxiety about her post-August recovery from kitty pneumonia.
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