a grumpled morning thought

I hate that the countdown to FunkyPlaid’s departure is now in the single digits. When did that happen? In general, I have been so excited to send him off properly, but this morning all I can do is grump about the dwindling time between this moment and taking him to the airport.

It doesn’t seem possible that it’s been two months since we sat down and chatted; even less possible that it’s been almost four years since the first time I wandered into the game store and met him. I am comforted by the knowledge that he will always be a significant part of my life, but goddamn if I’m not shaking my tiny fist at the small god of bad timing right now.

I have more to say, and questions to answer, but this had to come out first.

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.