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I woke up unable to breathe, and spent the morning in the ER.

I am fine now, it seems. Kolyat has not left my side. He seemed quite worried. I think he needs a distraction. Mr. Summers, is there any way someone from the ranch could pick him up? He should spend time with people his own age, not his old father.

Happy Fucking Birthday to Me.

You guys. You guys.

Brownies are amazing.

I just found this in front of my house.

( Who wants a ride? )

You know. I'm not even sure I'm a 1 on the Kinsey Scale, but if this Skeeter person is going to keep implying that I'm a lesbian, I might have to give this a try at least once.

Mainly since I'd rather be accused of doing something that I've actually done.

And no, that wasn't me. It was me at the coffee shop, but that wasn't me at Wal-mart. Not that any of you specifically care or really know me that well - except for those of you that do. But yeah. Not me.

I swear the only reason Moira let me out of the hospital was that she couldn't find any more reasons to keep me in there.

So. Now that I'm back in the real world and have spent most of the day re-arranging the furniture, what have you been up to, Valarnet?

Is my Shadowy Friend still around? If so, I think I need to speak to him.

Hm. It seems my fellow long-suffering bachelor friends are abandoning their ways.

Did I perhaps miss something? Is it Spring again already?

I think Kolyat is enjoying volunteering at the ranch, even if he tries to hide it.

Shepard? You wanted me to tell you if I had another dream.

Dreaming of your beloved's face seen through a sniper's scope is... distressing.

First a shooting at a Sikh temple, and then a mosque burnt to the ground. A sad time to be a man of faith.

Apparently the departure of the swarm of fluffy creatures has convinced my son that he needs a dog.