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So, I'm back home. The US turned out to be great work-wise. It remains to be seen whether I can keep the confidence I gained there up now that I have left.

I picked up the budgies yesterday. The woman at the bird hotel told me a little story about them. Apparently, one day someone forgot to fully fasten the lid on one of their feeding boxes: little boxes that hang outside the cage, and that can be reached from inside the cage through holes big enough for a budgie head. So, the budgies realized this, figured out how to squeeze out through the head-hole and knock the box fully opened, and escaped into the main room. An exciting chase followed, during which V attempted to hide behind the fridge, and got so dirty she had to be hand-washed.

I am sort of proud of them.

I hope all the usual suspects are well, especially Dagmar.