Dear Diana,
It's the sabbath. Actually, it's sundown, so it's technically not. We moved some boxes to the Normandy house. I didn't get in trouble, but today was swelteringly hot, so still pretty sticky, made worse by the news that we have to be away in LA for five hours, or in the hover car battling the evil LA freeway. Rats! I don't like it. Whenever I have something important (my opera), just a few "congrats" from Dad or Mom. Except I got a bunch from the cast, and that felt really good. But Xander gets a big deal made out of everything. But that's the way of the world. I don't mind– much. Well, bye!
Kitty
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