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Miles and Chloe, friends forever. This has been a crazy, fun and also backbreaking week. I began with a bang having to pack those few things most meaningful to me, including Miles, the three dogs and two cats and drive up to my parents rancho to escape the raging forest fire seven miles south of our home. In the end, the smoke made it look much closer than it was, but as our dear firefighting friend said to me, "that isn't very far away". Indeed. A strange thing when you have about an hour to grab the hard drive which contains all of our precious photos, the wedding album, a few clothing items, the laptop, camera and other miscellaneous stuff one thinks she might need to protect. Nature's little test for me this week. Our little blaze is the largest burning fire in the nation and declared a national disaster at over a hundred thousand acres. A nesting feeling is coming over me, I want to organize the house and make soup in my big cast iron dutch oven. I love this time of year. I can't wait to take Miles to the pumpkin patch. I received some yummy mail goodies for my birthday, which is so surprising and makes me feel well-loved. I've spoken with a dear and lovely friend and connected like never before. I made glass art for the first time (pictures coming soon). I picked apples in my yard. I helped my illin' brother clean his apartment. I watched a movie with my honey. I hosted a yard sale on the windiest day of the year in my driveway. I witnessed my mom's 5 year sobriety birthday. I ate chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream. I kissed the cold, pink cheeks of the sweetest boy in town. "Love comforteth like sunshine after rain." -- William Shakespeare