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This is Tia, if memory serves. She had the most striking coloring and very much wanted to be my friend when I was there, but Khepera was having none of that.

I miss him.

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Today I am still not up to speed. The migraine has eased down to less pain, but isn’t gone, so this is one of my cluster ones, which bites like hell. Worst I ever had lasted for seven days. On average, they last for three. Meds aren’t touching this one. If it’s not better by Saturday, I will have to call the doc.

It’s ridiculously hot and bright too. I’m not used to hot weather this late (ha!) in the summer. On the westside, it’s already gray and cool. Here in the valley, we continue to cook. Acclimation is taking a while. Right now, I’m waiting for the sun to go down so I can go run. Yes, I’m still going to run, even with a migraine. Training miles wait for no one.

I’m down to less than two weeks now on the campaign to save my negtives and as of last night, I’ve gone through every box that I could find, which left me with the horrific realization that there are some critical negatives still missing in action. I have no idea where they are or what has happened to them. I spent a good chunk of last night crying. That said, I refuse to give up hope. I will find them, and if all else fails, I will call up old collectors and make arrangements to scan their prints.

A lot can happen in thirteen days and I have seen miracles happen more than once.

Here we go.

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