I’m home, finally. Molly was sobbing and tried to jump out of her body to lick my face. In contrast, Link looked at me politely and stupidly, as he does. He then greeted me excitedly when Molly settled. I’m back home with my Mum, Molly, and Link. I missed them and being home. They are my three favorite people. Thanks to my Uncle Mike and Aunt Jane for getting me to the train station and back. They are great. There are entirely too many people that I would have liked to have seen but couldn’t. Family visits were obviously very limited this trip. I would have liked to see far more people than I did, but I had to consider not only the virus but I’ve also been having issues with every seemingly every joint, ligament, tendon, and bone in my back, arms, and legs for a time now. I’ll miss my Grandma who somehow tolerated me for a month. Apparently I am the love of Emmy Lou’s life, which is flattering because she is a sweetheart and a half. I also respect her choice lifestyle: Over-indulging in treats and catnip, passing out on top of her food or catnip, cuddling up to strange Mattys at two AM. That’s our Emmy. The train ride was neat. More rain this time. I filled my phone up with hours of video recorded from my view on the second deck. (at Eastvale, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CC_ePCrj3Q5/?igshid=1tzaaeeqvsixd