Hello, Daima, my friend. I'll try that trick where I imagine her as safe and warm and see if that helps. I can't tell you how much I've thought about what you said earlier as I'm seeing leaves fall off the trees. That's only just beginning right now in Texas.

I'm very low tonight, I'm afraid. I'm swinging between hopelessly depressed and sad, violently angry, and numb. I can't concentrate. I'm having bad dreams. It's just the very fresh grief, I'm sure. But I'm not myself and I wish I felt more normal right now. Thank you for inquiring. Just going through the fire right now, I think. And tonight's not been a good one. Wish I could report better news, but that's where I am right now. Hugs to you, Daima. Wish you were here to give me a real one. I'd could use it.