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It's Dungeness crab season here; cattitude and I bought a nice big cooked crab this afternoon, which I took apart and he is making into crab cakes. It will be good, but while I was taking the crab apart, I remembered that some months ago, talking with roadnotes, we agreed that he would make some for her and Scraps, this winter.

There's grief as a background, right now, and then there are odd sharp moments, like that. But we go on, and we are going to eat crab cakes.