We picked Clare and Pete up at Dulles this afternoon. All is well with the world.

I calculated that it had been 745, 920 minutes since we last saw Clare and Seasons of Love became an earworm.

Apologies to Jonathan D Larson for the way I mangled his lyrics below.

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Seven hundred forty Five thousand nine hundred twenty minutes
Seven hundred forty Five thousand nine hundred twenty so distant
Seven hundred forty Five thousand nine hundred twenty minutes
How do you measure? Measure a year and a half?

In messages,
In phone calls,
In Insta-pics,
In cups of  black tea,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in tears.

Seven hundred forty Five thousand nine hundred twenty minutes
How do you measure? A year and a half without her?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love...
Seasons of absence...
Seasons of love...

Seven hundred forty Five thousand nine hundred twenty minutes
Seven hundred forty Five thousand nine hundred twenty opportunities to reminisce
Seven hundred forty Five thousand nine hundred twenty minutes
How do you measure a life of a daughter you miss?

In truths that she learned
Or in times that I cried
In bridges she burned
Or how she took life in stride

Its time now to sing out though
The separation is about to suspend
Let's forget these eighteen months
The plane is soon to descend.

Remember the love...
(Oh you gotta remember the love)
Forget the distance...
(Oh yeah, its time for coexistence)
Remember the love...
(Sing out, give out, measure your life
In looooooove...!)
Seasons of absence...
Seasons of love...

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Also Clare made a hollyhock (rose of Sharon) doll.