Seriously busy day at the office. Working on the hypervisor, its exoskeleton growing a shiny layer of protection. Heading home riding with the wind this evening. Flying alongside the 520 faster than the metal dragons. They crowd into each other tightly, their wings trapped unable to fly, they crawl home belching smoke. I laugh and the Corbae fly with me joining in with their caws and grackles. I swoop down the grade, power up the final steep hill. The cats greet me at home. Coyote is not watching today.