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Another five-mile walk in a sever thunderstorm. Ah, freedom.

The previous journal entry has morphed into a set of lyrics for the song which Reggie established the foundations of today after he and Tony dropped by from shopping. And we got Andrew (after getting somewhat lost twice), and now we have guitar and cello scratch-tracks. I will do something to it soon, I promise.

Andy and Mama are making scallops.