I came all the way to Seattle to watch over these precious angels and immediately they love me and want to hang out with me all the time . . . the feeling is mutual, friends. Truthfully I think I am getting more out of their company than either of them could ever possibly comprehend, and bless them for it. Their mere existence restores me. It is enough to bring a tear to my eye.

Tomorrow my brother Jackson wants me to meet him way the hell north of wherever I even am to do God only knows what . . . some sort of outdoor market. I trust this man with my life, so I reckon I ought to go. It will be painful to leave my little friends here for a little while on account of my happiness is currently wedded to my physical proximity to them . . . but we’ll all be OK for a few hours. Still, I will miss them . . .

Well, what can I say: I’m in a missing mood. The night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. Mine started about six hours ago . . . time to punch out and close the blinds. There’s a permanent 175 cm indentation next to me wherever I sleep and I feel every centimeter of its absence. Sigh. At least little Jupiter is with me tonight . . . she wants to be everywhere I am and I want her to be there with me too. It is such a blessing to know a little angel . . . and I can think of about a hundred I know. Still, one must never take it for granted . . .