Be another person, be an alien, be my alien

It took us another ten hours to drive back in the rain, but rushthatspeaks and I are home from the D.C. metro area, much to the displeasure of my godchild. Hestia has investigated my luggage for traces of other cat and Autolycus has clung to my shoulder purring with great insistence. spatch and I lit the fourth night's candle for wisdom. It was my niece's tenth birthday.