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I'm all safe and landed and I'm in Andrew's apartment.

I'm told there will be pyrogies.

SQUEEEEEEEEEE!

We took a nice nap together in which I dreamed that I was talking to him in the same bed and the same place, but wasn't. That tells you just how much I'm happy to be here.

Except for the part where he's harassing me with his snake and he keeps trying to get us to be friends.

(Yes, that's a *literal* snake. She's a garden snake named nippy.)

But I am with my boy, and I am quite happy and Dr. Who was on TV last night and my face doesn't hurt and I don't know about you, but this is good stuff.

And dude, even on the *plane*. There were kids, but they behaved themselves. They were polite. They did not make excessive noise. They were less fidgety than I was. My faith in parents and in people under the age of 12? *Totally restored*.

The only let down is that the airline has lost my luggage. But I have confidence it'll be delivered by tonight.

May everyone have a good day like this.