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Dreamed of A again. I don't usually get them this close together; just one dream and then months before the next one sets me off on a round of deep introspection. I gave him a hug, adult to adult, and said to him, "I missed you." I have no idea if that's a manifestation of current things in my life that sum up that way, or the Trousers of Time problem, or something else entirely.

Leaves me feeling broody. And like throttling Jung, who is dead and therefore probably safe.

Working on getting TDD consolidated into a single text file, very slowly. (I am wondering if the export function on this program is less efficient than doing it myself, but it is at least less aggravating and prone to "Hell with this, I'll do it later.")

Will do offerings to orixa tomorrow even if the flower isn't as blued as I wanted it. Be it so resolved. I am frustrated by the recalcitrance of plants.

Also, lunch with queenofhalves on Thursday.