Hi. It's me. This has been a difficult week. I cried Monday night listening to music out on the patio and yesterday while trying to work. I was trying not to let it show in my voice while making calls. Later that day, a butterfly landed on my right shoulder and stayed for a while. I could see so much detail and beauty and paused in my work and just watched. I just want you to know that I think of you every single day. Pretty much all the time, to be honest. I still remember how you liked to order your martini. I have never tried it that way. Do you remember telling me that if I ever went to an authentic Italian restaurant to try limoncello after dinner? Well, I did. It smelled and tasted like lemon Pledge and I didn't drink it. I said as much to the server, and I could tell he was about to say something I just really did not want to hear, so I stopped him. I did leave him a good tip, because, well.... you know me. I remember how you taught me to eat oysters so that I actually like them. How we sang together at Starz: Duets of Proud Mary and our wedding song. I remember so many wonderful things. I have tried dating some; I don't want to go into how much of a disaster THAT has been. I just am not willing to put up with their crap. I listen to NPR most every day still, and it is still so upsetting that I limit it. Some days I just have to not listen. There was something on the news recently that upset me so much that I dropped the WTF bomb with much vehemence and sincerity. I think you would have been proud. I have a dog, Bodhi, who is a wonderful companion. Kyra is still with me, plus 2 more cats. I have a full-time job. My boss probably thinks I am coo coo for Coco Puffs, but so far is putting up with me. Maybe because I am good at my job. Maybe because he really knows how to appreciate and work with a maverick. He's a good guy. I miss you and love you, jerk.