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December 27, 2008
Time to go home. It was a wonderful Christmas, a memory to treasure. I think itís the happiest one weíve had since Dad died. Our sisterís little house was so full of love and joy. Iíll be carrying some home with me.

The traffic was nowhere near as bad as it was going up, though it slowed to a crawl on the Richmond-San Rafael bridge, giving me the opportunity to admire the dreaming spires of San Francisco.

When I came in the door, the kittens ran up to greet me. I missed them so much! Itís good to be home.