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The plan for today is ambitious; we are going to perform some of the Rites of Autumn, with The Penthouse gang and my parents and Tante Joan all driving up (in two cars) to a farm about an hour and a half north of the city to pick pumpkins and do fall-type things. Then we're coming back to The Penthouse and eating the feast that Gina and Kirsten have prepared; the Feast of Bree, and other autumn-y foods. (Did anyone buy mulling spice, hey?)

Sadly, Kitana had to stay home to study and erin has a migraine. But hopefully they will join us later for the Feast.

I hope my father behaves himself. I meant to pick up a muzzle. I was originally going to ride in the car with my parents and TJ because so many of us were going, but now I'm riding up with The Goils and leaving TJ without the all-important Buffer from my Dad. (Okay, so she's known him for 36 years and knows how to handle him, but still.) I told her to stick an apple in his mouth like a roasting pig and truss him up in the backseat.

I suppose that's mean. Poor old Dad. He's a lovely man, you know. Just very, very yakky.

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