Today has been a good Sunday. Took the holiday tree down and the lights on the house finally. Picked up Bronn from the vet. Poor guy. Celeste asked if I’d heard from you lately. (Yes, really). I said no and she replied “Well, give her time, she is a woman after all and while I cannot speak for her, I know I would need time.” I often wonder if this is as hard for you as it is for me. I go back and forth, but when my mind settles, I realize it must be. I miss you. I’m afraid I’m forgetting what your voice sounds like sometimes.
