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It's a girl. We're having a little girl.

Jokes about Logan only being able to produce girls go here.

I'd found this bundle of letters at the back of my closet a few days ago, and I've been reading them with the utmost fascination. They've all been signed "Sincerily, RF", which is quite funny because those are Robert's intitials, and he has letters signed RS which are mine.

They were quite interesting, detailing a young man's adventures across Europe, being an amanuensis for a composer in Belgium and other such things.

It was all well and good until yesterday when I got to the last letter, dated December 12th, 1931.

According to my doctor I'm healing up pretty well, and now I can start doing normal stuff again. Which is good, because I've missed the bar a lot.

I need to get some warm clothes for Luke.

It's cold comfort but in my dreams at least I had the chance to be at my mother's funeral.

Found a strange playlist on my iTunes that I didn't make. The songs are:

Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing (Stevie Wonder)
Fell In Love With a Girl (White Stripes)
Maria (Dave Brubeck) (And I mean Maria from West Side Story)

Really random

Wally? Did you make the list?

My dad is currently doing desserts for a holiday themed wedding, which means that I am in taste-tester heaven at home right now.

( Cut for image of delicious cake. )

Orange and almond cake, with cranberries, and a lavender sugar icing. Yes, please.

December is such a non-stop month. I feel like it's just party after party, and not even very good ones (my apologies). After the third one, you realize you just see the same people in a different venue and no one's got anything to talk about anymore. Thankfully once January rolls around, there aren't going to be any for a while.

So, as it is, I'm going to blame the excessive consumption of eggnog this last week or so for the bizarre dreams I've had.

Has anyone else here dreamed of being not exactly human? Say, being a piece of technology, of sorts?

It's time.