I have arrived on the western shores. Thanks to some wonky weather in Atlanta, Georgia, and the resulting missed connections all over the place, I was blessed to board the long leg of my flight on a large plane with only 65 souls aboard. I had three seats all to myself. I spread OUT. I knitted sitting in lotus pose. I was very Zen. I had hot tea and ginger cookies. And a tray with some truly outstanding cheeses with fresh grapes, dried apricots, two kinds of crackers, and pecans. And when I could take no more of this pampering, I lay down with my backpack as a pillow and my red wool coat as blanket and actually slept on the plane. It was divine. Divine intervention. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
The parental unit is progressing, albeit slowly. I'm sure I was a royal pain in the kazoomba when I was there. And on some levels they were probably glad to see the back of my head bobbing down the street on the way home. Hey Dad! Do a couple of laps with your Cadillac. I have spies! 
Here's a picture of Mr. Squirrel on Mom and Dad's back porch. It was a full time job keeping the birds and furry creatures fed. But they were a constant source of entertainment too. So we're even.
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Now to tackle the bachelor pad that my house has become.
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But he's such a NICE bachtellor!
PS I just noticed that that squirrel looks like he is standing on cake icing with sprinkles! Ha!