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It is as I do the breakfast dishes that I see the moment. For the first time since last Fall, he is rising on the north side of the spruce in the alley. It sets the mood for the rest of the day; joy, with a bit of sensible caution, because after all, it is seventeen degrees below the point at which water freezes outside. At the almost-end of February, that is not normal.

I'll spend the day securing some very important data on a variety of media so I can ship it off.