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After a day of running around and getting things like closing out my bank account and renting the trailer done, then a string of mild ups and downs while packing more boxes and stacking them in the living room as a staging area, I opened up a box that I had buried under some papers and such and found, all curled up inside, my tail. *grin* I had forgotten where I put it. So of course I had to put it on so it would straighten out a bit. A certain pleasant, peaceful happiness came over me. Soon I found myself standing in my half emptied room with my collar on and my hair down so of course I had to go downstairs to the full length mirror to see what kind of strange image I'm presenting... Heh. I've got a lot of stuff left to do and I'm probably still going to find myself going through the ups and downs as I pack up my stuff through the final days of living with my parents, but for now... I feel good.

I can't wait to see wooisme with her fuzzy raccoon tail...