There's a certain raccoon that I do not mention nearly enough in my posts, maybe because he's always there for me and what profit is there in reporting on something that does not change? But you should not take that to mean that I take him for granted. I speak of course of ristin, who lifted me up out of the darkness that had infected my life and taught me, slowly and patiently, to see the beauty that lived inside me all along. He is the rock that withstands my sea of roiling emotions and eventually calms me. He is the angel that catches me when I fall, not once complaining. I love you, Ristin. I need you in my life more than you can know. Thank you for loving a flawed rat, so that I may learn to love myself.