A Brief Separation

At the end of September, I left for a two week trip to Mexico. I had a wonderful time exploring the Oaxaca countryside, but I still missed the Little Mister. On the second day of my arrival, I called home. Michael said Fips had been a little subdued at first but was now fine. On my return, Fips seemed happy to see me, but did not fall into paroxysms of joy. I think I was the happier one. Instead, Fips simply reclaimed his places, under my desk and on the bed.

This would be one of very few times Fips and I would be apart.

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