Don't Make Me Come Up There

Dear John,

 

Okay. We really need to talk. Last night's dream was more of a nightmare. Yes, if you had to predecease me, I wanted to be there. But how many times do you really want to put me through this? Once was more than enough. Please re-think this. Don't make me come up there.

 

I woke up this morning with a head cold and a sore throat, which may explain the emotional funk I've been in. Friday I felt like I was coming down with something. It just took me a long time to do it. I slept until noon, got out of my pajamas at 3, and have slept most of the day. It's been cool and rainy - a good day to sleep, especially with various animals layered all over me. Jen and Bob cooked out and brought me dinner, since I didn't feel up to fixing complex things like Cheerios. I'll try to get to bed early.

I'll kiss you on the cheek tonight, so I don't give this to you! Sleep good tonight. I love you so much. Come tonight and let's do something fun together.

Love you, adore you, and worship the ground you walk on,
Joan.