A and B are driving to Arkansas tomorrow. Please God, let them be safe.
I finished my first week of work since Wl died. It's getting easier to work, but living is still hard. A well-meaning friend talked about how W is in a better place. Dammit, I want him with me! If this place is so freaking fabulous, why can't they let us know they are OK?
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Life is such a greeting card slogan sometimes.
But work is good. Work can help. It's good to have you back at work.
Just when I was ready to ask A. to see Harry Potter with me, he flees my presence. :)