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I'm starting to think the reason infrastructure across the country suffers is that Orange County eats up the budget all by itself. If it's not portals gouging holes in the streets, it's craters in the middle of nowhere spewing demons. This is why insurance premiums are so damn high.

In slightly lighter news, there will be a celebratory party at the Crowne Plaza Costa Mesa, outdoors and pool side, drinks and snacks, a week from this Friday. Probably a little narcissistic to throw my own engagement party, but I hardly care. Jean put a ring on it, I plan to have as many parties as possible to show off my future wife.

Anyone is welcome, naturally, but gifts are more certainly not welcome -unless you're bestowing praises on my redhead, feel free to do that.

Remember how I mentioned some big news?

Well, I received word this morning! Baxter Bakery is going to be on a Food Network competition show! After a fairly rigorous application process, we've been accepted! I hope everyone will tune in when it airs!

So, I missed most of the demon stuff being off in London. London was gorgeous and fun, even if the shooting schedule was wild and a little overwhelming.

Everyone okay out there? Orange County still not burnt to the ground?

On a much lighter note, who enjoyed the International Space Station's Photo Bomb during the eclipse last week?

Maman has helped me find a way to keep from getting too bored since I won't be able to start school until next semester - one of our neighbors has been looking for someone to help their son with his piano lessons since the teacher they had has proven...less than satisfactory for the money they paid him is the way she put it. They've said I can bring Antoinette over with me if I want so I won't have to worry about her bothering Maman while I'm working.

I have no idea what makes this week any different than any other, but I have stumbled across far too many people attempting to have sex in the museum.

Of all the things I expected to have to deal with, this was not a recurring trend I anticipated.

The weird dreams continue apace. This time, I dreamed of fighting a costumed arsonist, which was weird. After waking and sliding back into sleep again, Captain Marvel was fighting a reawakened Nazi super-soldier who called himself, get this, Captain Nazi.

Found my sister, there, too! I wish she was really alive, here. It felt good to find her in my dreams. And then we found a cousin, as well.

When my sister and my cousin were in trouble, my dream self even learned to share the power with them, giving us all the power, but less than I had alone.