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Good stuff, because I ought to remember the good stuff:

- The higher-sided litterbox appears to be just what I needed. It came in a box a third again as large as it was, though, and the box took up an amazing amount of real estate even when folded up, because it wouldn't stay folded up gracefully. It is now sulking in the recycling bin.

- My Kickstarter Purrmaid arrived on the same day as the high-sided litterbox. I have no idea how they got a two-foot stuffed animal into a one-foot plastic bag without doing either one permanent damage, but they did. The contrast between that and the litterbox packaging amused me, rather.

- The sun is out today and is strong enough to feel like spring, even though the temperature is somewhere in the mid-30s. And it's not dark at 5:00 these days.

- Quirk has discovered that sleeping on my bed during the day is perfectly fine. I took a picture of her doing it that should be captioned "Never trust a smiling cat."

- Lily has been eating most of two cans of Royal Canin a day for a couple of weeks or so now, and her spine doesn't stick out so much. She ain't done yet. Thank goodness. She does make a bit of a mess when she eats, but she can't help that. It's a combination of lack of teeth, and the fact that the soy sauce dish she eats from is a tad bit too small for an entire can.

- The new coffee grinder has made a tremendous difference in the end product. I made rocket fuel the first time I used the new grinder because when the coffee is ground evenly, you get a lot more of the good stuff out of it. I suppose I could grind less coffee, but it's slightly easier to add more water.

Two large items of good news, and sunshine this morning, makes me happier than I can remember being since before last November.

So, good news:

- My parents finally have vaccine appointments for March 11. I can stop worrying about that. I didn't know how much I was worrying about it until I didn't have to.

- Lily is skinny because of operator error (so to speak). She doesn't like what she's eating enough to eat enough of it. It's like feeding me lentils for every meal. At least now I can feed her any kidney diet she'll eat, because it doesn't matter whether it has corn in it, and Purina is the only one that doesn't. I'm starting with Royal Canin because they have a zillion varieties. I'm so glad the problem is I'm an idiot, and not diabetes or recurring thyroid issues.

It is very nice that certain names aren't showing up in the news every day these days. I can't say I was losing sleep over the previous administration, but not reading about them several times a day is relaxing.

The book that's coming by tortoise, also known as book rate mail, has another week before it's officially late. I doubt there's anything I can do about it if it is late, because there isn't any tracking available either. So I'll just sit around and wait, and hope it gets here someday, and doesn't get delivered next door or downtown or somewhere. Apparently one of my credit card bills took a detour and went back to the post office before it got to me, because somebody wrote the correct address in great big numbers on the envelope. I like getting bills on paper; it reminds me to pay them, and I have a physical record in case the internet goes kablooey.

On a semi-related note, if you're going to send me a phishing text about a debit card, it won't work if it's supposedly from a bank I don't have an account with in the first place.

For want of huge Honeycrisp apples (TJs hasn't had them for two weeks now), I bought three pounds of mandarin oranges. Partly because I didn't see any obviously ugly ones in the bag (there's always at least one moldy clementine per flat and you find it after it's already spread to its neighbors), and partly because I had a craving for orange juice. I hope they aren't all as hard to peel as the first four were. I'm somewhat daunted by the idea of eating three pounds of mandarin oranges all by myself, and I don't know why; I eat three pounds of cherries in two days in cherry season. Cherries don't need to be peeled, though.

I ranted, mildly, at my boss on the phone yesterday and got that out of my system. She agreed with me that the MMSc student's situation is frustrating to deal with, so I'm not blowing things out of proportion by being stuck at home and having to deal with it by myself. I was slightly worried about that being part of it.

And the sun is out, which helps. And I made rocket fuel instead of coffee on Monday, by not putting enough water in the coffee maker, so I've had rocket fuel this morning (and yesterday morning, which is how I got my act together despite really not wanting to). So I could go forth and conquer Troy if I really had to, but thankfully all I have to do is write a bunch of letters and re-submit the JDE article.

And the three kings, disguised as the UPS man, are bringing me saucepans today.

So much for my nice relaxing long weekend. Friday SUCKED, because Snip's blood test came back weird and she was really acting sick. On top of the election and the pandemic and L telling me she was inclined not to drive down to Noank for Thanksgiving (which meant I wasn't going either), it was too much bad stuff all at once, and I couldn't stop crying for quite a lot of the afternoon. Crying while wearing contact lenses is a terrible idea, because they get blurry and gummed up and are hard to remove. And then I got four hours of sleep because I kept waking up to make sure the sick cat at the foot of the bed was still breathing and then couldn't get back to sleep because my jaw hurt so much from clenching it.

Today Dr. P came back and ultrasounded Snip after I doped her up to the eyebrows on gabapentin, and narrowed it down to either pancreatitis or pancreatic cancer (depends on whether the lumps in the pancreas are inflammation or tumors). Three-day pain shot, antibiotic shot, sub-q fluids twice a day for five days, and appetite stimulant just until she gets the idea that eating is a good thing (hasn't happened yet). Off went another $800. But Snip actually curled up in her bed in the living room like a normal cat, which she hadn't done when her innards hurt, and the gabapentin has worn off, so she's only half doped up to the eyebrows (I don't think she knows her stomach is shaved, though, and I'm certainly not going to tell her) and might eat in the morning. And she purred at me. And I think she might have gotten some sleep in there somewhere, although I was warned the pain med might also keep her awake for three days.

I want my nice relaxing movie marathon and embroidery day tomorrow, dammit.

I haven't been so happy since January. The election is over, Trump is out (in January), and Harris is VP. Somebody I went to high school with and am FB friends with has an adopted Black daughter, who can look at the White House now and say "See, I can do that too!" and she doesn't have to be the first one to do it.

I was in the liquor store when I found out. The clerks were talking about it and said something like "when it was over" and I said "It's not over yet, is it?" and one of them said "Yeah, they called it." At which point I started grinning like an idiot and didn't stop for about half an hour.

Coolidge Corner busted out in hollering and car horns. Brighton hasn't noticed as far as I know, but I don't care. It's over. I took a screenshot of the NY Times front page just so I can look at it when I'm not sure it's really over.

I have to go to Whole Foods for seltzer and stew beef, but when I get home from that, the drinking can commence. Zombie Killer it is.

Well, it was going to be a good week, and then I went to pay bills on Sunday night and discovered that yet again, somebody who isn't me has ordered Netflix on my credit card. So I called the credit card company and they basically said (with an accent that was hard to understand over the phone) go away and don't bother us, call Netflix. Which I did, and Netflix was most apologetic and blocked the card from any further usage, but I'm annoyed at the card company. If that wasn't the card with the longest history and the highest limit, I'd cancel it entirely.

Today was furnace maintenance day, which led to a lot of clanging around in the ductwork, and led me to diagnose furnace maintenance day rather than mice in combat boots. But since the heat wasn't going to come on and it's cold and wet out, I went and shut all the storm windows for the winter. I try to hold out for November, but it's not going to get any warmer in the next four days.

I did get to have bibimbap for lunch, though, because the H Mart bibimbap kit is good for about three bowls. And I had exactly enough rice left to make three bowls. So I get to have the last one tomorrow.

I stopped buying alcohol in mid-July, because I could see it becoming an expensive pandemic-related habit and I don't need the calories. But I'm sorely tempted to go buy something fairly strong for the election results. The question is whether I'll be drinking it in celebration, in which case it should be something I like, or in despair, in which case it should merely be something strong (and should really probably be Blithering Idiot, if I can find any.) Zombie Killer will do for celebrating; it's not as strong, but I like it and the name would be somewhat apt.

Small things:

- 85 and dry beats hell out of 95 and humid.
- My hair is dry all the way through for the first time in about three days.
- I slept in my bed last night instead of on top of it.
- I have enough cold coffee for at least tomorrow and Friday.
- It took Lily 13 years to figure out sleeping in empty boxes, but she's done it.
- The bathroom sink continues to drain adequately.
- I finally own the Complete Calvin & Hobbes and am enjoying it.
- Potato, spinach, chickpea, and paneer curry incoming, possibly tonight if I get motivated to cook.
- Two more weeks until not-online-for-work week.

I had griped by email to my parents about not being able to find kleenex last week. So my mother sent me a box of unboxed kleenex, and a couple of homemade masks (one from her and one from my Fairly Godmother, who isn't actually my godmother because I don't have any godparents). I'm not sure whether to be amused or appalled that sending me a box of unboxed kleenex cost $5.30 in postage, but it did make me grin when I opened it. I haven't had any unexpected non-junk mail in ages.

Massachusetts got its act together over the weekend, so now my state taxes are e-filed and my federal taxes are accepted and I'm waiting on my $900 or so in refunds. I'm going to turn that around when I get it and buy my own BCD, because I'm sick of renting BCDs and spending ages arguing with the straps that are too long in places and too short in other places and you don't know that until you try to get into it. I want to set it and forget it. And I want a backplate and wing setup because that's what I trained with, and besides I have little faith in a jacket BCD fitting properly.

I have now watched all of the extended versions of the Hobbit movies, and I like them much better than the regular versions. Even if they are about three hours long apiece. And now the next time I find one on TV, I can start the extended version DVD at the first commercial break and still be done with it before the TV version is over. That works with the LOTR movies, too.

Snip has a new nickname, which she doesn't answer to because she only started needing it this weekend. DP stands for Dawn Patrol (a la Disney's Jungle Book), and refers to her new habit of waking up sometime between 3:30 and 5:00, going insane, and running across me at least two or three times. Which wouldn't be so bad if she didn't insist on stomping on pressure points, with claws, when she runs across me. She might as well be an elephant in that case, because that hurts. I need a massage, but not like that.

I also need a new kitchen timer, by which I mean I love my current kitchen timer (Oxo triple timer), but the 0 and start/stop buttons are tired and some of the other number buttons are getting tired (I hit 3 and got 43). So I need the same thing again, because this one is probably ten years old at this point and is (shockingly) still available from Amazon. Yet Another Thing From Amazon. Sigh.

On a happier note, it's nice out, and I might actually be able to go elsewhere for lunch for the first time in at least two weeks. Also, on Friday night I got through Montezuma in Civ 5, and am now working on Napoleon. I'm halfway through the alphabet and more than halfway through the list. And I think, but I won't swear to it, that Catalina and Civ 5 will play nice with each other now, so someday I might get my laptop to stop urging me to update it. And I managed to change the burned out lightbulb in the hall light fixture without dropping the glass dome on either my head or the floor, either of which felt like a distinct possibility. So hooray.

I did stay home yesterday, to avoid wearing the massive boot in snow and freezing rain. I sat around in the boot until mid-afternoon, when my knee started complaining about the weight. So I swapped the boot for the drugstore air cast, which was fine while I wasn't walking any farther than between the living room and the kitchen, but which rubs on a spot on my calf that already has a blister from the boot. Long socks and bandaids will be required when I get around to wearing the air cast instead of the boot long term. Which, I have now proven, can't be yet, because this morning I needed the boot again.

I also didn't take any Advil after yesterday morning (partly because I found some Jack's Abby Smoke and Dagger on Saturday and wanted one yesterday), but I should have taken some at bedtime. Live and learn. As of this morning the ankle is probably half again as big as it should be, and most of my foot is somewhat purple.

Snip has decided that when I've got the boot on, the best place to be is directly in front of it. Of course she did, because she's eccentric and opinionated and exceptionally dim, and I suspect she'll decide it's my fault when she gets stepped on. But gregarious, and I love her anyway. She's taken over the original cat bed, and I put the second one in Lily's other favorite spot in front of the TV stand, and Lily decided that's perfectly fine. Watching both cats curled up in cat beds asleep after dinner makes me happy.

This week has been a week long already and it's only Wednesday.

My assistant, who fell off the face of the planet after last Tuesday and was revealed on Thursday to have been hospitalized, is still hospitalized, with legionella. Basically a nasty bacterial pneumonia, but apparently she also needed speech therapy, so I don't know what all else it does. Whatever it does, it sounds like it ought to be avoided.

When not involved with anything else (or when involved with something it doesn't like), my brain seems to default to "I want to go home." It does that when I'm at home, too, which leads me to believe it means "I want not to have to be a responsible adult for a while." Which is probably why it's so hard to get things done on weekends these days. Maybe I should just give up and go to Noank for a weekend, where I don't have to be a responsible adult very much.

In other news, Avenue Victor Hugo lives, on Fridays and Saturdays in Lee, NH. Where the hell is Lee, NH? And how do I get there by teleportation?

I haven't gotten Up To anything despite having three days (so far) to do it, partly because of the weather and partly because today was completely shot anyway. I stayed up until 2:00 this morning waiting for one of my less favorite cousins to come back from the Phish afterparty (her childhood best friend married their drummer), because Murphy's Law says she would have gotten me out of bed to let her in if I hadn't stayed up. Either she had a key, or the back door was open, so I hadn't needed to stay up, but I didn't know that. Today she and her kids went to the second show and they're not back yet, and it's 11:00, and I want to go to bed, but Murphy's Law. So I'm tired and grumpy and wrung out because it was absolutely ridiculously humid for most of the day.

At least I got a thunderstorm out of today (right at cat-feeding time; Murphy's Law struck again and put Snip off her dinner). It's still humid, but it's 10 or so degrees cooler, thank goodness.

Also, last week I finally went to H Mart and spent a lot of money on experimental Korean food. Winners so far:

- Radish kimchi
- Bibimbap kit (where has that been all my life?)
- Soy eggs (although I could make those myself for cheap; I just didn't know they existed)
- Vegetable pancakes

Not winners:

- Seaweed salad (nothing wrong with the flavor, but I hate the texture)
- Kimchi pancakes (the kimchi they used was too hot for me)

Not tried yet:

- Jar of kimchi (waiting for weather conducive to cooking rice)
- Pickled radish wraps (can't figure out what I want to wrap in them)

Sweet pickled vegetablesa are a way to eat too much sugar without really noticing, unfortunately. But I enjoyed them thoroughly.

Not quite awesome, but interesting: I ended up watching the New York fireworks on the 4th because I couldn't find the Boston ones on TV, and I didn't know they set some of the NY ones off from the Brooklyn Bridge. When they did the Stars and Stripes Forever, they had some fireworks that somehow looked like a flag unfurling from the bridge down into the river. That was pretty nifty.

I'm trying to Remember the Good Things today, because I've been grumpy rather a lot lately. So, 10 Good Things:

- Round 3 of cheering myself up via vase of peonies seems to be the best one yet.
- It rained on Monday and I've sneezed about four times since, as opposed to Sunday when I sneezed about three dozen times (my own fault for vacuuming the pine-pollen-coated living room).
- We're getting some really splendid "golden hour" light after dinner these days.
- I'm nearly done with the section of embroidery that's one row off, and after that it's plain sailing for the rest of page 15.
- Relatedly, it's been excellent embroidery weather most evenings lately.
- The Coolidge Corner farmers market started up again last week. I don't think I went once last summer, and that's just wrong.
- Tomorrow night and Friday night I can let the Hairy Beasts run up and down the stairs.
- Tomorrow night is the June dive club meeting, so the Hairy Beasts can run up and down the stairs on Friday night.
- The Dean up and decided we're closed on July 5, so I get a four-day weekend before my birthday week. That means I can, and probably should, get Up To Something.
- Uncle Shawn and Bill and the Almost Entirely Unplanned Adventure is a very adequately silly book.

Yesterday was a snagged-fingernail sort of day: lots of minor aggravations, including an actual snagged fingernail.

I have learned to be wary of emails from my boss that say "please assist, thank you", because they usually involve something like collecting signed copyright forms from six people, two or three of whom might actually be in Massachusetts at any given moment (that's one of the emails I got yesterday). And since my boss is in Philadelphia, and I'm the program administrator for the MMSc in Dental Ed program, I have to present a candidate for conditional admission at a meeting today. I wouldn't mind so much if I hadn't been told about it yesterday afternoon at 3:30.

Back in October or so, I decided to finally buy a HSDM Patagonia fleece jacket from the student sale, for $130 because I wanted my name embroidered on it. In November the jackets arrived with horrible embroidery, so the students sent them back and apologized profusely that we wouldn't get them in time for Christmas. It is now the middle of January and there's no sign of any jackets, and the Instant Gratification Monster is starting to get annoyed.

And I got email reminding me that there's a chorus committee meeting on Wednesday night, for an hour and a half. At least I'm not the clerk any more, so I don't have to take minutes, but I don't want an hour and a half of meeting.

And I snagged my fingernail putting my coat on to go out and get some lunch yesterday, and couldn't do anything about it until I got home. At least that was relatively easily fixable and now I don't have enough fingernail to snag on anything.

And at least I made some pretty good stuff for dinner, consisting of grated zucchini, salt, pepper, garlic, and leftover rice. I've decided that if I'm going to want something hot for dinner, it can't be pasta and has to contain a large proportion of vegetables. Zucchinified rice counts, even though rice is also starch.

And today isn't Monday, and my coffee table left North Carolina at midnight yesterday, and Lily took back her usual spot on the bed, so Snip wasn't in it and I didn't get whacked in the nose with claws when the alarm went off this morning. And I hope I can get another page of embroidery pattern finished this weekend.

Got the silly shirts. Got the projectile weapons books. I think I'm done shopping.

Went diving in the new wetsuit last night, and getting into the damn thing is a workout, which I knew it would be. Getting out of it is comparatively easy; it's like taking off panty hose, except all over, and the suit ends up inside out. The only trick is to remember not to take both arms off at once, because you need to be able to use at least one hand. I should just put it on and take it off at least once a day for a while and get good at it, and use muscles I didn't know I had.

I wish it hadn't been both a bustitution weekend and pouring rain last night, because when my neoprene gear is in a mesh bag with a towel and getting rained on, it all gets heavier. By the time I got home I was audibly whimpering because my shoulders hurt and I was wet all over again and I still had to sort out and deal with the wet gear. Which I did, of course. There's no sense in spending a lot of money on gear if you're not going to take care of it. Memo to self: invest in a 15L wet/dry bag. The 20L is too big for what's in it and too small for the wetsuit (but they don't make wet/dry bags big enough for the wetsuit anyway).

Seriously? Two and a half hours of meetings tomorrow, the week before winter break, back to back from 10:00 to 12:30? What exactly is the Registrar smoking? (Authority, that's what. She wants all the authority over the course surveys, while giving me all the responsibility for distributing them. And she wants everybody to use the combined academic calendar, which is pretty much useless.) And now I have a headache.

Remembering the Good Things, though, I have two cats, instead of one cat and one hyperactive cat skeleton with fur on it. And it's very nice when I wake up in the middle of the night and find both of them asleep on the bed.

And I finally broke down and bought Fire and Blood, which I had been debating about for a couple of weeks, and it's a quick read so I got halfway through it between Saturday afternoon and Sunday night.
I haven't started the Vietnam War book yet, because I suspect that won't be a quick read and I want some time for it. Next week.

And, all things considered, I have my health and food and shelter and clothing and companionship and I can afford an expensive hobby, so what I complain about is really all first-world problems.

Good deeds, sort of: I donated all the wet food Lily doesn't want to the Gifford Cat Shelter (and now I know where that is), and I ordered silly shirts for myself and the parents. We need some "silly for the sake of silly" in our lives.

Not that it's really a good deed, but I am somewhat proud of myself for going to a 60-person dinner party on Sunday, and sitting with a bunch of strangers, and stomping on my social anxiety without any alcohol. Maybe I'm ready to stop being a hermit all the time.

I had to order new jeans on Sunday when I was getting changed for the dinner party and discovered a massive hole in the inseam of the jeans I was wearing. That leaves me with precisely one pair of wearable jeans, and the inseams of that pair aren't long for this world either. I hope the new ones get here before I have to wear sweatpants to go grocery shopping. I really hate wearing sweatpants in public these days. I suppose they're slightly better than the half-transparent leggings everybody seems to be wearing as gym clothes lately, but never mind. (I will not be buying any half-transparent leggings. I would rather go grocery shopping in my wetsuit.)

The question now is, given the utter uselessness of the USPS package tracking web site, whether the jeans or the silly shirts will arrive first, and whether the jeans (which haven't been shipped yet) will really arrive on Thursday. I hope so, or I might be really glad it's dark in the bowling alley on Friday.

I made good on my threat to have somebody look in my ear on Monday afternoon, and he did, and said I had swimmer's ear. So I've been putting antibiotic drops in it four times a day since Tuesday (it only got two doses on Monday: dinnertime and bedtime). Since I was told to keep my head above water for five days and use drops for seven, I'm doing session 6 on Monday instead of 6 and 7 on Sunday. But the school knows I want to do the open water dives on Oct 20 & 21, because in the process of not diving last Sunday, I told them that. It won't be a problem as long as my ear behaves itself reasonably well.

I have no morale at all this week, and I had even less last night when the chorus committee meeting started at 9:15 with a 10-item agenda. Which, of course, we didn't get through by 10:00, so we have to do it again next week. I was absolutely ripshit when I got home last night and was still annoyed when I got up this morning, so I wrote a very detailed letter of resignation to make myself feel better, and will write a socially acceptable one tomorrow, resigning as of October 29, so I'll have time to type up the October 24 meeting minutes. I want to show up and pay dues and sing and go away again. I've been taking minutes for four years now and I've had enough.

Mom called this evening to find out if I had a cookie press, and if not, did I want one. No, and yes. So I'll maybe end up with a cookie press before Christmas, which means I can make spritz cookies. It doesn't have to be Christmas for spritz cookies, but they're not the sort of thing I should make a habit of. And then she had to call back to be sure I was aware of the kayaker who got an octopus in the face, flung at him by a seal, because it's an extremely Walt Kelly idea. I had been aware of it, but she hadn't thought to tell my uncle who is also a major Pogo fan and will get the gist immediately. So hopefully that will spread sunshine around the place.

The entire preceding paragraph is composed of awesome.

Today should have been Friday, because it was rather 13th. Besides, I woke up convinced it was Friday, even though I knew that everything important I had to do today, I had to do because today was Thursday. But today was Friday as far as my brain was concerned.

In addition to being Thursday, the $220 of pizza I spent my very own money on (because you can't order food online with a tax-exempt credit card and not be charged tax anyway, and the finance office had a fit at me about that two weeks ago) arrived at 1:15 for a 12:00 - 1:00 meeting. Thou shalt not order delivery from Penguin, which is around the block for god's sake, so there's even less excuse for being that late. ODE had a very nice impromptu pizza party, and I'm getting reimbursed, but I felt terrible for the people who came to the meeting and had been promised lunch and didn't get any. My Italian ancestors are rolling in their graves.

Then I went to a waste of time for an hour and a quarter, also known as a meeting in which some people from Cambridge tried to show us how my.harvard would work for us and managed to show us all the ways it won't work for us (and couldn't show us anything that did work). For one thing, I still can't do course surveys with it at the level I need to (it will let me ask "please rate this lecturer", but not "this lecturer gave these lectures, please comment on any of them" so I know whether course content is being delivered in the right order), and for another, it doesn't like courses that don't have exactly the same thing at exactly the same time every year. If the pig jaw suturing lab session that was on Monday last year is on Thursday this year, the system will have a fit. We can't live with that. But the registrar loves it, and is pushing hard for us to spend $60K on a system that will only work for her. I am extremely annoyed. My boss is going to find out how annoyed I am.

On the positive side, which I can actually admit to now that I'm home and have had a lot of water and fed the cats so they stop being In The Way, I finally got my special-order scuba boots and they fit, and I bought a gear bag that isn't absolutely massive and is made of mesh so my gear can dry while it lives in the bag. Not that anything dried this week; I'm washing towels right now because they haven't been dry in three days. Hopefully David Epstein is right about better weather for the weekend.

I had something over 146 emails when I got back yesterday, but 70 or so were because the graduation survey system, which is supposed to send me a copy when a student submits it, sent me 35 copies for two different students. It always does that at least once every year and I still don't know why. But this is the last year we're using that system. (Summer project: revise the whole survey, which is about 100 questions at this point.)

I could probably have picked a better couple of weeks to go on vacation, because I keep coming up with meetings that I forgot I don't have to schedule because they happened while I was on vacation. But I desperately needed to be Not At Work for a couple of weeks and it's only taken until now for me to wish I hadn't come back yet. (Mostly because the same two people have been asking me for things at least three times apiece this morning. I have my own list right now and I'm tired of crossing things off other people's lists for them.) But, Remembering the Good Things, the sun is out and the window I sit next to is pouring sunshine at me.

Also Good Things: Snip hasn't sneezed in 24 hours that I know of, and was absolutely adamant about cheese last night, which leads me to believe she's mostly better. And I'm making actual progress with the embroidery, after sort of messing around with it since February. I really want to get this page done soon so I can cut down the linen, which will make the whole thing a bit more portable. I don't really want to bring it to work, but it would be easier to pack if I go to Noank for a weekend.

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