Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”...
- Edgar Allan Poe

It's been so long, but thankfully the whole summer is ahead of me...

*cheerful*  Time to regrow those plants.  (And I rather hope she will not mind large insects.)

[[Private, unhackable]]

I should not have lost my temper.  Lee and his squirrel could have been hurt.

I have not felt such fury since... well.

...

To speak of his mother as if she was less than filth...

How empty his life must be.

[[/Private]]

-Creeps silently into shadowed room.  Notices lack of victims and smiles tiredly; undresses down to pants, draws curtains apart and climbs into bed.

Tip of wand glows dimly. Scrawls something on the page; closes and tucks journal underneath pillow, and drifts off to sleep...-

[[Private; hackable because he doesn't mind]]

She's fine.  I'm so relieved.

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