I thought she had stopped watching long ago.

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Well, then, I did shut the doors for a longish time.  Tried to get people to go away.  Some have returned.  From... the responses, I suspect she is back.  Though... who can ever tell.  Could she remain "quiet"?  Yes, and... from the responses... no.  Some are old, very old, some newer, some are brand new, to me.

This next one... threw me.  I... can't understand it.  But, as with the songs earlier?  It... fits right in with that mood.  Oh, and, too?  Quercus, or oak in Latin?  Was half of my nickname for my little treehugger.  I Latinized her first name, turned that into the last name, and added it to this as a first name, for a pseudo nickname, title, accusation, mostly in gentle fun.  I think she liked it dearly.

As to this?  We are both Octobers, by mood.  I'm better, she was, usually, meaner.  Until I decided to prove otherwise.  Uhm, such... deep... pleasures.

Still moody, after all those years?  Hopefully just... for spits, and spats.

We did have a time.  I remember them fondly, even the difficult moments.

She is... almost definitely still haunting my steps.  She... knows, literally, where my door is.  If she ever wanted to visit, stay for a while, or take over, she... knows where the door is.  I'm too ill to run, again, this time.  But I'll... be here for a while.  Most likely.  *grins*