We’re all relieved that Uncle Bob’s out of pain. Suffering’s done. And we’re sad. Very. Of course.
Funeral’s Tuesday.

One funny – on that first night back, as I lay in bed reading (NOT sleeping), I noticed big, bustling movement at the open window. My bedroom's on the second floor – who could this possibly be? Did Coco get out?! (nope, she was sitting on her blanket at the foot of the bed) Is this a burglar? (nope, not quite that big) I sat up, put on my glasses and saw a GIANT raccoon. My first instinct? Invite him in for a snack and shelter from the rain. Hey, he looked a little sad!
Surprisingly, I snapped out of my animal sucker-tudeness and told the big boy SHOO. Yeah, that worked. HAH! The word's out amongst the local wildlife – That broad over on Bird Street's a soft touch. Seriously, just go sit in front of her door and she'll bring you all the Friskies and kibble you can eat! Yeah, yeah, sure – it's true. I'm a welcoming, not formidable, presence. STILL, I do NOT feed just anyone who comes to my bedroom window at 2AM! He eventually ambled off.

Yesterday, July 13th, was molto foggy with a side of drizzle. So then, where was I? Walking on Nantasket JUST LIKE LAST YEAR! I do love the beach in fog – it’s mega peaceful, solitary and positively meditative. It reflects my mood.
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