Yearly Rituals

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That was wierd. At least it served to remind me to put on some music, in this case Beethoven symphony #6. And at the moment I'm not at all inclined to concoct an interview with 'our Dear Lord Gaia.' Yeeesh.. So don't hold your breath.

Kootch is away. She took off for her annual visit to her family in Japan. I drove her to the airport early Tuesday morning, unloaded her bags, and gave her her yearly kiss. She seemed delighted, remarking, 'I only get kissed once a year?' I forgot to pat her on the butt this time.

Since then I have been doing the 'digital padlock tango' whenever I leave the apartment. I back up the locks with a listening device to detect whether the door has been opened and the locks tampered with. On two occasions in the past I have returned to find that one of the locks was hanging on the staple decoupled from the chain. Since it is not possible that I failed to hook the chain link into that connection when I performed the locking ritual I know that 'they' had opened the door and 'broken' the combination to that particular lock. Nice of them to let me know about that.