In 48 hours, I'll be home again, and I'm looking forward to that so much, you wouldn't *believe* it. I'm damn tired of dealing with these hairy, spoiled monsters. (Usually I'm fond of them, but 3 weeks of their company and that's worn a bit thin.) They're noisy and demanding of attention and they're always under foot. I want to go HOME. Nice, quiet
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