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January 21, 2002
I am sore, muscles around my stomach aching from laughing. And I am cold all day, a barometer of my true exhaustion. When the sun finally came out at 3, the day had an odd glow to it, a molten feeling as if it weren't over. I spent an evening by candlelight, cooking and reading, listening to Crimson . . and experienced the Return of the Wizard.
There is no logic behind his appearance. It may well be a brief one, they all are, but I am still glad, so glad on many levels, to have heard from him again.