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      <title>Catalina: Avalon to Catalina Harbor</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;My face and belly are radiating that kind of inside out warmth that comes from a day of doing all ones favorite things. I don&amp;rsquo;t mean to lead my readers to believe that today was easy.  The children were on again off again unmanageable and Victoria was regularly overwrought by her prognostication that, due to said children, and an unfortunately poor choice of words on my part the night before, she didn&amp;rsquo;t know if &amp;ldquo;this was going to work.&amp;rdquo; (She was of course referring to the Big Trip.) Normally when my family is assaulted by this severe a maelstrom I am emotionally and pragmatically debilitated for the duration. The whole of my attention is consumed trying to determine what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am going to do about &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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