So many that sometimes my huggles overload is at risk of leaking out of my eyeballs.

So if you hear rumbling, as of distant thunder ... That's me, dumping another load of huggles into the Aether.

As always, delivery is at the speed of thought.
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Remember, the sun is always shining. Sometimes, there's this honking great planet in the way. Or clouds thick enough that only military-grade radar can get through.

But shining it is.
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Most recent huggles stock-up?

I packed up a giant vat of soup, about the limit of what a six-quart (*) InstantPot can hold. I arrived on time for a pot-luck picnic.

But I "missed the memo" that the picnic had been rescheduled for the next day, from fear of bad weather.

And my own schedule wouldn't allow me to come back on the new date ...

The hosts were home. I said "What the heck. If you have containers, I'd like to leave you with some soup."

Upshot was, they were free, invited me in, and we spent the next 4-5 hours just chatting! I left them with some soup, and I still have 3-4 servings!
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(*) Quarts are like liters, but smaller and very, very dumb.