I can tell you I'm sorry, but I can't tell the truth, dear. And what if I could; would it do any good? You'll still never get to see the contents of my shoebox. Shoebox of lies. -- Barenaked Ladies, Shoe Box

Everybody Lives!

I haven’t slept in a long time, so I may say more after a nap. But here’s the Reader’s Digest Version:

It’s going to be hard. Don’t quite know yet how we’re going to handle it. But we’re going to. Ladies and gentlemen, we are back together.

As I’m not really coherent right now, that’s all I have to say on the matter. Except that I am tired, dizzy, sore, and I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.

And since I now know for a fact that she’s reading: Miss you already. See you soon

 

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