Toward the end of last month, Jeff was just sick with a touch of pneumonia, nothing serious. We thought.

Everything’s simply gone to Hell since. Right now, the odds of a cure are remote and all we can really hope for is that Days can become Weeks or maybe even Months. But screw Reality.

It’s strange that the words of cynical Miss Mercy, my own words of course, are so timely.

Where there’s hope, there’s life.

Thank you for giving me hope. Jeff and I may manage that trip to Yellowstone after all.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to get back to TMI, but I swear, it’s not over. Thank you for the love and patience.