Today is beautiful. Some small clouds appeared slightly in the southern direction and most of those fluffy, puffy ones lined above Mt. Hamilton. The sun shine was bright enough for the parakeets to warm themselves under indirect light. Two Latinos (which are albinos or yellow feathers and pink eyes with white eyelashes) took shelter underneath the cage cover, which provided some protection from the glaring light overhead.
The air, nay, the very atmosphere over the past few days have risen quite tremendously. I keep sending my loving boost to the SKINNY ones and pals in the hopes that they too will remember their purposes. Somehow and I’m hoping that tonight’s chatting session will go well. But what would I know? Seriously, I’m not like them for whatever reason. I don’t connect with the network well. I’m more like an outsider, a troll or snert, if you will, and perhaps plainly an observer.
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