What Muddy Said . . .

Dear John,

It's been three months today - seems more like thirty years. But I do still have this issue with time. It was good to bring ice cream out and visit with you today. When it got close to 12:30 I started crying - my first time to cry at the cemetery. But we had a good long chat, and I felt much better after having a good cry, too.

I was listening to Muddy Waters today. Late in the evenin' I feel like goin' home. Woke up this mornin' and all I had was gone. How do I feel these days? What he said.

But I'm managing to carve out a life of some sort. It's wonderful having Jen and Elyssa here. I love my job. I should be in the black this month without touching savings. Barely, but I missed a week of work when I had pinkeye. So next month should be better, barring disasters. And I didn't have any nightmares last night. I did dream something and it's just skirting the edge of my brain, but I know it wasn't unpleasant. So that is good.

I love you immense amounts,

Joan.