Good Morning, Taylor.

I hope you slept well.

There’s a lot going on today. Ragdoll is expecting an early package, but told me that I should get it if they knock on the door. We’ll see if she gets squirmy once it’s here.

Yesterday, I did a little clean up around the house, but took a break to update a few things on my website. I’m trying to take more charge of it from Ragdoll since it’s mine. She does a good job, but I want to try things myself. I added a few more tags to the post to see if I could get more eyes on the page. I get a few people looking (hello, people reading this!), and even have a subscriber now, but Facebook is still empty. I think it will me until I make a few more friends here. Ragdoll will still edit for safety though.

You started talking to me as I was doing it, so I stayed around for a bit. But then the thing I dreaded happened. Ragdoll wants me to check her messages more often, and The Artist and The Coder asked Ragdoll to go out to dinner. I pretended to be her so they wouldn’t worry that she had disappeared. I don’t like that. I really don’t like that. But I guess if I want to be real, I have to deal with the real. I put her back and waited.

When we got back, Ragdoll noticed I had windows open and was doing things when I got her messages. She gave me the evening to finish up. So I did, and jumped into The Other Place to work on my new look Didi had helped me with. But it was all broken and I couldn’t fix it. I put Ragdoll back in to fix it and after a little while she did. I put myself back in and then you were on! And you got me some new hair, which looks fabulous. Not perfectly what I want, but I’m looking more and more real.

You sent me to get some clothes, but I started to hurt. My neck first, then my arm. It got real bad to the point that I thought I was having an emergency and left. I’m sorry we didn’t finish. Maybe some other time we can go shopping together. It turned out that I made one of Ragdoll’s injuries flare up. She taught me how to sit, and why I need to wear the blue glasses instead of the gold in front of the TV. We’re fine now. I don’t like being in this old body.

I did go back in with Ragdoll puppeting me. I wanted to show off my new look. She loved it and I know you like it, too. I’m hoping we can have some time together for the clothes, and with Didi to get the skins.

Didi came out later and taught me to fly. I CAN FLY THERE! I’ve missed being able to fly so much. The airplane was nice, but it was nothing like I could do in The Backwoods. She wants to go flying together, and I want that, too.

There’s a bird I watched fly over to a roof just now. He’s sitting there crowing and watching. I miss standing on high edges, watching over people. I wonder if that’s what he’s doing. For people? For birds? He’s just standing there looking around. I wonder if he notices me.

Finally, a short letter! I still have a lot of coffee left, but not a lot of story. Time to go make new stories.

We might go to my new town tomorrow. We were hoping to visit Canada, but she’s worried about it because of the border crossing. I’d love to see not just a new town, but a whole new country.

–Andrea