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Last night, a delightful evening unfolded as the boys and I embarked on an adventure to the Moolah Shrine Circus, courtesy of our company's generous provision of tickets. The atmosphere brimmed with excitement, the air filled with the scent of popcorn and cotton candy, as families and friends gathered in anticipation of the night's performances. The Moolah Shrine Circus, with its vibrant display of skills and entertainment, certainly offered us a night of enjoyment. From the thrilling sphere of death to the graceful arcs of the trapeze artists and the daring feats on the high wires, each act was a testament to the circus tradition. Yet, as we witnessed these performances, a comparison naturally arose in our minds, drawing us back to the cherished memories of Circus Flora, St. Louis's own local circus gem. Circus Flora stands out not just for its acts, but for the way it weaves a captivating narrative through its performances, adding layers of depth and engagement to the spe

This morning was consumed by a necessary yet taxing encounter with the legal system. I met my lawyer for a court status conference, a crucial step in the ongoing, often high-conflict divorce proceedings. While there seems to be some progress, my optimism is cautious, tempered by the unpredictable nature of these proceedings. Seeking solace after the conference, I took advantage of the day off from work and headed to Rockwoods Reservation with Goat. The run through the woods was therapeutic, an effective way to release the pent-up frustrations and anxieties that court appearances inevitably stir up. The tranquility of nature has a way of easing the mind, and today was no exception. The afternoon transitioned into a more light-hearted affair. After picking up the kids from school, we headed to the mall for a bit of holiday shopping. Their mission was to find gifts for their mom, an activity that I was more than happy to facilitate. Our mall excursion led us to a delightful discovery — Da