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The mugginess/humidity here is not fooling around: when I woke up all of the windows in the house were fogged over, and going out back with Bailey felt like stepping into a rain forest. It’s only a little after 9:30am and the temp is already 82°F with a heat index of 91 (and 84% humidity); we’re expecting another triple-digit HI later on. There might also be some storms this afternoon. It rained a little around dinnertime and again overnight, but it just added to the overall dampness. It is…unpleasant outside.
Otherwise, though, my Sunday is off to a good start: the Lego botanical sets were delivered a little while ago!
https://i.ibb.co/bMmLyVjX/Botanicals-MMP.jpg
The Bonsai Tree has the most pieces – more than twice any of the others – and is the only one that will take more than just a couple of hours to assemble, so I’ll build that one at home and transport it whenever it’s done. I’ll take the other boxes to work, though, and put them together during lunch breaks/after hours this week. I’m looking forward to starting the bonsai today (maybe even before lunch); I hope to have a full window ledge and a photo by the time I leave the office on Thursday. 
Electioning. 
Electioneering is something completely different (which I never do).
Good! Hrmpfh.
I’m so sorry. 
That sounds pretty much exactly like how I imagine I’ll feel whenever my father’s youngest sister passes: I haven’t spoken to her in a couple of years, but at one time she was important to me. That’s who I’ll mourn.
Dad is also the second oldest of 6, but only two of the others ever had kids: so, for those grandparents there were only 6 grandchildren (my brother and me + 4 first cousins) and 4 great-grandchildren (so far). I’m the oldest of that group. I truly can’t imagine having 28 additional first cousins on that side! 
The oldest sibling – Dad’s big brother – died two years ago; the youngest is just 12 years older than me.
My mom (who died in 2015) only had one sibling, and he died three months after my Dad’s brother. His wife died a year later, so now I have no aunts/uncles on that side of the family…and those grandparents have both been gone for a while, as have their siblings…those cousins, my brother, and I still can’t quite believe that we’re now the “elders”!
Welcome back. 
Somehow I initially read this as “roofing supplies and hoofers,” and spent a split second imagining your place being a scene out of Fiddler on the Roof. 
Ha!
I’ve been meaning to ask you a (completely unrelated) question since Friday: the morning radio show I listen to mentioned a story related to a passenger who died on a flight. If you don’t mind a somewhat morbid topic, what happens to the remains of someone who dies mid-flight? I can’t imagine the body is left in a seat, and I’d also imagine it should be kept cool, so is it moved to the cargo hold? Somewhere else? Did that ever happen on a flight you were working?
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