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I'm back from paradise!

 Where to start?  I'll make this brief since its 9pm on a Tuesday night and my body has no idea what hit it.  My times are all turned upside down.  I've been having fun.

This year has started out so sad, losing my best friend in the whole world.  Thinking of Miyagi's last hours with me stabs my heart.  I miss him terribly.  No one could have told me how much his absence in my life would feel like a gaping hole.  While i was away i could avoid the pain most times.  But now i'm home and it's so quiet.  

I donated his ashes to a company that makes special wreathes to help grow coral, which apparently, there is a shortage of.  Miyagi's ashes, and other pets, are mixed with a special type of cement and placed into the ocean.  

While i was snorkeling, amateur snorkeling that involved a lot of salty water in my mouth......It occurred to me that the artificial reef structures that are along the coast of Grand Turks are the same thing...and it brought me immeasurable peace to think that Miyagi's ashes would be somewhere in the world that is so incredibly beautiful, helping life to thrive.  I didn't want him in a container on a shelf.......He's not in the ashes.  

I'm very tired.  And it looks like an explosion happened in my living room.  I don't know where to start unpacking.  I'm just ......very tired.

So a little time to percolate on the enlightening time away, with a two day snow delay added....I'm taking yet another day off  tomorrow to get my shit together.

Did i say how tired i am?

Glad to be home.  

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