Yesterday I heard on the news at 7:48 PM that the King of Thailand passed away. This evening, on TV, I saw footage of the nation's mourning.

I wonder how my kuman thong is while it is still in transit. I am no longer picking up fear. I hope it can sleep its way through the rest of the trip. It must also be mourning the passing away of the King.

This afternoon I put together a list of ten names to choose from. I have a feeling that I shall end up with five kuman thong, but I don't want to jump the gun. Time will tell whether I can be a good, adoptive father, first to one kuman thong.