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Just talked to Mom and Dad. They're settling in back in Kansas, and it seems as if this whole move has been for the better - Dad's employer cut a deal with him: stock for back salary and expenses, and the stock has shot up amazingly in the past month alone. So they are finally in a good place, financially, and I can stop having nightmares about the entire family moving into my one-bedroom condo.

I exaggerate, though. After the go-round at the board meeting last night about security (and leaking roofs, but who has nightmares about leaky roofs when you're on the ground floor of a multi-story building?) I slept very lightly indeed, and woke myself twice by trying to wake myself in the dream because of the dream-prowler/intruder. Urk.

Fortunately, my subconscious tried to make it up to me in the early am by assigning Draco Malfoy as my sexy little bed buddy.

Only my subconscious is a flaming twit, and never lets me get to the really porny bits without either waking me up or wandering *away* from the squirmy blond in my bed.

Oi.