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I saw my Cheryl again for the first time since the Hedwig thing last August in Toronto. Ten months was the longest stretch of not seeing her since we met four years ago. Too long.

She has a beautiful apartment, which I napped in. I didn't mean to nap, but I had innocently thought that I could last the whole day on zero nights sleep. Apparently I am no longer the hardy creature I was five years ago.

I walked her dog Buddy, the most tolerant Shelti in the history of dogs. He's the first dog I ever walked, you know. He's high up on my collection of Other People's Dogs. I collect Other People's Dogs. I have a Shelti named Buddy, a Bichon Frise named Electra, and a German Shepherd/Chow named Carly.

It was a satisfactory Independence Day weekend, with enough fireworks to make up for having been in Sweden last fourth of July. Although fireworks always make me miss Disney World.

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